What kind of a man is a man who lives in the kingdom of tyrants What kind of a man is a man who calls you with the voice of sirens That man hates everything in you and your existence That man takes everything from you and gives you nothingness
Still you keep crawling before his eyes Still you refuse to, refuse to reach into the light and the pattern keeps repeating itself
What kind of a man is a man who can blame someone else for his sins What kind of a man is a man whose image becomes clear when darkness descends That man does not have a name, some call him Master That man does not give you choice Still you feel some kind of attraction
Still you keep crawling before his eyes Still you refuse to, refuse to reach into the light and the pattern keeps repeating itself
God of reptiles! God of reptiles! Beware! God of reptiles! God of reptiles!
You will betray yourself, you will You will hate yourself, you will You will lose yourself, you will You will see your finger on the trigger
You will see, you will feel That your world is in flames And everything you've got is emptiness You will see, you will feel That this is not a game And your god is merciless
Still you keep crawling before his eyes Still you refuse to, refuse to reach into the light and the pattern keeps repeating itself