Paroles de Heretic

Fellow men, I ask you plainly What are you dying for? Like lambs to slaughter vainly March blind to endless war You serve a corpse upon a throne Just sheep to serve his narrative I'll die for causes of my own Come on and call me Heretic Fellow men, I ask you plainly How have they earned your trust? Treat you so inhumanely They claim because they must You serve a corpse upon a throne Just sheep to serve his narrative I'll die for causes of my own Come on and call me Heretic I am a Heretic I am a Heretic I am a Heretic I am a Heretic You serve a corpse upon a throne Just sheep to serve his narrative I'll die for causes of my own Come on and call me Heretic I am a Heretic I am a Heretic I am a Heretic I am a Heretic