This is not Your place to be Religious sects Prey with greed Taking all they can Reaping rewards From the average man Afraid to be left From the glory That awaits the end This is not Your place to be Religious sects Prey with greed Taking all they can Reaping rewards From the average man Afraid to be left From the glory That awaits the end Try As you might You cant Take me under The following has arrived I will not fall tonight My wealth Has made me God All the lies Your eyes seem bright Drowning in pride Can't see the trail That leaves such a slime Beating a mask of woe Molding a future That cannot be sold This can't be Meant for me I was born to be Raised to the sky On the backs Of fools For wealth For fame This can't be it No This can't be it You are nothing to me Glory be you'll see You are nothing to me Glory be you'll see All the lies Your eyes seem bright Drowning in pride Can't see the trail That leaves such a slime Beating a mask of woe A future that cannot be sold This can't be For me I was born to be Raised to the sky On the backs Of fools For wealth For fame This can't be it No This can't be it Chainsaws rev Fumes fill the room A crowd adorned Stand in awe While the bastard screams You are nothing to me Glory be you'll Things will be right when you see You are nothing without me