Reptiles

What kind of a man is a man

who lives in the kingdom of tyrants

What kind of a man is a man

who calls you with the voice of sirens

That man hates everything

in you and your existence

That man takes everything

from you and gives you nothingness

Still you keep crawling before his eyes

Still you refuse to

Refuse to reach into the light

and the pattern keeps repeating itself

What kind of a man is a man

who can blame someone else for his sins

What kind of a man is a man

whose image becomes clear

when darkness descends

That man does not have a name,

some call him Master

That man does not give you choice

Still you feel some kind of attraction

God of Reptiles, Beware, God of Reptiles

You will betray yourself

You will hate yourself

You will lose yourself

You will see your finger on the trigger

You will see, you will feel

That your world is in flames

And everything you've got is emptiness

You will see, you will feel

That this is not a game

And your god is merciless