I've got something to say,
I must confess,
I gotta get this off my chest,
the words you speak are full of death-
with breath that reeks of decaying flesh.
You peeps are sheep,
following what Society Simon says,
but if we all follow Simon-
we'll all end up dead.
Christ is life,
read the words that are red,
two will go to sleep,
but one will be left in bed.