False Knight

Tell them you changed meanings To cope with the times Did you in the dim old beginnings See these altered climes And your broken throne of color? Did you see folks rising To reclaim from whip and squalor Their supreme meaning Of forgiveness and pure sacrifice? Your philosophy falters Power no longer comes through vice Alone, so tone alters. Now you beg our votes, now we You prevent from heaven See you begging from hell, we see You politically driven And lying about your bad identity. Great Mormon brother Now you strangle the noose of celebrity, My compassion is fodder Is for pain. Too false, too false this The armour of chivalry Too false the knight above my abyss Too false your dead history.