Sheeple To the Slaughter

How I feel sorry For all those unfortunate souls Sold their humanity to the devil Transformed into sheeple Brainwashed to believe Everything they're told. Led by a false shepard A false messiah An imposter emperor Who wears a fake wig Clothed in riches Even his staff is platinum. Being fed the grass of lies Drunk from the trough of deception Ingesting the crap that he's given Twisted their minds to his will The life within their eyes paled Turned into zombies who obey. How I feel pity Oh how I feel sorry For the souls That follow him Not knowing What fate awaits them. Like the Pied Piper Playing his hypnotic tune He leads them with his staff Guiding them toward a cliff One by one he pushes them Straight to their deaths. How I feel sorry For the poor souls Who's will was taken By the devil masquerading As a "saint" in their eyes. Now you see the horrid truth As you gaze up at your "savior" Seeing the sickly wicked grin Adoring their demise As their bodies pierce Through the spikes below. Poor foolish Sheeple If only you fought hard To regain your humanity To see the truth before you That your precious shepard Is Satan leading you to Hell.