The Prophet tells me lies, and I believe them
The Prophet warns of doom, and I heed his warnings
The Prophet is never wrong, that's the song we sing, we play along
He is almost God, but not quite, He is omniscient, no need for hindsight
We listen, but mostly we obey, to every small thing he may choose to say
It's hard being under his rule, his perfect thumb, but we are on so many pills we're left flat and numb
He showers them upon us, a rainbow departed, what I take is not for the faint of hearted
But in the end, we sit, perfect students, ready to learn, from the Man who dismisses any and every concern
"Forget the world, and all it tells you, you're a person reborn, whole and brand new!
And all I say, my friends, is perfect and true."
So we swallow everything He gives out
Our one goal in life, to be without a shred of doubt, wholly devout