Scavengers of Vanity

The first responsibility of a leader is to define reality
The last is to say thank you. In between, the leader is a servant
Max De Pree

Mindless lambs praise the butcher!
Sacrifice your dearest daughter
Dig your head deep in the sand
Our fairytale is at hand

Driven mad by power
It’s all their hearts desire
Enough are empty words
You follow the bleat of the herd

Ignorant, helpless prey
None may disobey
L’état c’est Moi

Oh naive lambs, resound the butcher?
Can’t you hear the screams of slaughter?

Many have died for the freedom of speech
Tainted democracy ain’t what we seek
Mainstream corruption, hidden truth
Denying all they can not undo

Disagree, felony
I am the remedy

Oh naive lambs, resound the butcher?
Can’t you hear the screams of slaughter?

I am the Maker, forger of fates
The one to close the infernal gates
Don’t ask, don’t think, wander in the mist
’Till all your doubts cease to exist!

I am your God
Just praise my name
Forevermore

Oh naive lambs, resound the butcher?
Can’t you hear the screams of slaughter?