Blessed are the words 'Of my free will', The God given right to decide

Yet I am the canvas for your design, Freedom of speech redefined



I am like a voice for all your words, A weapon for your empty hands

I am like a vision yet you are blind, The prey for your serpentine

You colour my creed, brainwashed belief, A puppet that's kept on a leash



Your weakness is my strength - Your hatred's my defence



I am the saviour for your battered faith, Sacred ground you violate

A burning alter, a quest divine, Broken like the bread and the wine

No prodigal son, your will will be done, An outcast til thy kingdom come



I am the victim, the hunted, the prey

Strangled you're my tourniquet

A born bloodsucker bleeding my mind

Swallow the sight of the blind

Embody all I detest, you'd steal my last breath

Tongue-twisted til the bitter end