Leader of the Cult

There's got to be another way Another place for me Cause I'm sick Of all these sick twisted people I'll find a way to my grave Where I won't be forced to neighbor your slaves Cause I'm sick of all these games that you play Damn you and your executioners This cult - destructive Their god - disgusting Their rule - abusive I'm in control of my pain Let the streets flood with fanatic blood Infusing children with their rotten beliefs The wild card of human debris Robotic followers in matching fatigues Mindless zombies obeying martial law They live