Poison for the Lost

You’ve no authority

Just a malignant tongue

You’re not so eloquent

Without the pages you stole from

No messiah

Not fit to serve

The pupil never becomes the master

If they never learn

A self proclaimed healer

Self made cult leader

You can’t fix the broken

If you don’t understand the problem

Real sorry state of affairs

Oh God, what a mess?

Your time is up

What is the intent?

Healing or arrogance?

Poison for the lost

Corruption of trust

Out of your depth

Save your breath

Climb down from your cross

Poison for the lost

Corruption of trust

Can’t remove your ego now

Take off that fucking crown

In the age of the narcissist

We speak with a clenched fist

All the subtly is lost

And your validity stops now

Your time is up

Poison for the lost

Corruption of trust

Out of your depth

Save your breath

Climb down from your cross

Poison for the lost

Corruption of trust

Remove your ego now

Take off that fucking crown