False Prophets - Toxik

Deep inside the house of white

Elected tools decide our plight

If we live or if we die

Controlling minds, robbing blind

Moral crimes

Beware, false prophets, beware

He’ll come in the form of a reverend clown

And tell his flock to gather round

He slays with his tongue

And not a sword

A celluloid jesus, a plastic lord

For your dashboard

Beware, false prophets, beware

He wares a flag of red, white, and blue

An ancient actor with a twisted view

His final picture is final part

His slice of history the war he starts

Blown apart!