Statement Of Being Followed By Followers Songtext

how you came from the wall feeding me handfuls of anonymity a perfect mask can
hide a shallow smile a muted voice comprised of chicanery a prophet to the
disassembled a bleeding heart for a dying cause prays in tongues and kneels in
dirt hollowed without your face shows sickened ways a filter of reality shows
you in a league with a god with a leper's hand you reach with hate the first
stone is cast a masochistic game tear the jester's heart from its chest this
cycle never ends how the killers always come with a grin there is no need for
you here you're worth your weight in shit so play the sage in the eyes of another
bastard and fulfill your place in life again having played the fool once all
too often in the past everything has an end and everything dies and when your