Final Season No Assassination

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