Populist Preacher

Pathetic loser, you seek refuge from reality A hostile fake world you blame for your misery Living in bars on the scrounge for beer You have nothing to give but portrayal of fear You deal in terror, you sow mistrust You reap approval, for anxiety they lust You call their souls into your bad dreams: "We're in danger, in times like these!" You can't stand the pain Too weak to see you're to blame This is how you became populist preacher You hit the stage, they promised booze And you tell everyone your truth You're already pissed, but remember your phrase: "Let us bring back the good old days!" Christian values are your sanctuary Glorifying that you can't find someone to f*ck Dehumanized by your fear of tomorrow You see Satan's grimace in a face ruled by sorrow You can't stand the pain Too weak to feel empathy This is how you became populist preacher Hammered - you're seeking relief What good will do the money that for lies you received? Loaded, willing and willing to pay You got to get your kicks some way "God help, what have I done Betrayed my Lord for a short night of fun Unholy spirit poured all over me I will descend - ass-first - into purgatory" "Can't get those pictures out of my mind Can't escape, can't deny - revealed is my sinful nature I'm back at the bottom - it has to end" You can't stand the pain Too weak to dwell in the void Longing for hellish flames - populist preacher You can't stand the pain Sodom inside your brain Suck the gun, swallow lead - populist preacher