Asleep at the Wheel

This enshrined throne bestowed upon me The light to lead the sheep through the sand I am answers to your prayers I am hand of providence I am answers to your prayers I hear everything And i feel nothing I am hand of providence Asleep at the wheel While the world's fracturing The composer of the gospel of untruth I'll save you from your true self Fear and ignorance, the only payment For my eternal compassion I am the benevolent one I am the end of all your woes I am the benevolent one I procure devotion In the guise of volition I am the end of all your woes Now kneel before me And submit unto me Every sermon will be bled Inhale the stench of evolution Sharpen my blades to behead Behold the faith of revolution Revising your religion This weakness of a petty mind And sacrificing purpose and then Worship what you can't understand Detach, destroy devour them all