The rather naive man is bewitched He is hypnotized by which is wicked Truth is swapped for deceptions Because money changes directions Return the 200 dollars you borrowed to buy That container with eyes Don't portend the acts of the surgeon He's also the builder of the dungeon My fears are resembling gumption Avoiding bloodbath in the chair of execution We've watched your metaphysical skepticism Etched on the chapel of fanaticism How dare you take another life? Lies trap idolaters six feet under Sounding a funereal chant in the thunder Deception is wrapped in the pall of lies Wickedly hunting of the breath of life To father eight billion stillborn Where no mental slave will be reborn Violence is bumping hard To swell your heart You got income to supply the platoon Countersigning the day of doom Might you gain life through lie? So, you will never die! Now you're the blood in the hunter's right eye Now you're the gore in the hunter's right eye