Wrath Of a Gentle Man

You’ve got an axe to grind and tight-closed eyes
Your contradictions come as no surprise
That you made yourself blind to your own lies
I think I’ll sever my ties

A penny is far too much for your thoughts
Your putrid mind corrupts and rots
There’s more to you than meets the ear
Just nothing that I want to hear

Try seeing things through another’s eyes
You don’t have to lobotomize
To open someone else’s eyes
You have become what you despise

I won’t waste another moment on your dogma

Obstinance manifested
Blind-eyed, closed-minded disaffection
Spare me your so-called wisdom
Save some judgement for God

You’ve had plenty of practice preaching
Why don’t you practice what you preach?

You’ve got an axe to grind and tight closed eyes
Your contradictions come as no surprise
That you make yourself blind to your own lies
I think I’ll sever my ties

Your idolatry breeds hypocrisy
Your eyes are blinded by the pride you see
That the elegy that you wrote for me
Should have ended up so differently

You’re a mockery of humanity
The incarnation of dystrophy
You’re a harbinger of catastrophe
A plague, pure ruin, you are disease