The Prophet

 

Looking into those eyes

I see the pain

I feel the strain

Looking into those eyes

 

I peer into that soul

I hear the screams

I smell the anguish

I peer into that soul

 

Hands on your head

I make the images fall away

I promise things will get better another day

I’m charismatic

I’m a joy

I’m one you will believe

You’ll never see my devious ploy

 

I count my coins

I mark my wins

I’m no normal man

You call me The Prophet

Bow to me, and I’ll make you see

All the carnage and chaos in this disturbing dream

Don’t worry, don’t be afraid, I’m The Prophet, don’t you see?

 

I take your images away

I dimish the pain that’s in the way

I hide as I pick your pocket as I say

I am The Prophet

I am charismatic

I am a joy

I am a selfish lying whore

I am sorry, our time is up

Come back when you can give me more