Poisoned by your creednKill the faith to cure the sicknessnDown on your kneesnProve to me you'll die for your beliefnnAnd when i purge all the morals you breednTo be clean to be cleannFor the coming collapse of your dreamnYour scattered bones will build my effigynnI wear the scar of the deceivernnAnd in the end when i've turned your lives to dustnAnd obliterated every trace of you from my mindnI'll be free to make this world my ownnnDon't cry to me, this is what you wantnThis is what you asked fornThis is your prophecynAnd i've come to see it through