There are those who listen, follow and believe
Not able to decide on their own
Led by the hand, their blind affliction grows
With no true convictions of their own
Mindless and apathetic, devoid of a soul
What do they say
Do the words remain the same
Silent and haunting
To them life is a game
Interpretation leads to shame
Only they remain unchanged
There are those who lie, lecture and condemn
No real knowledge, they can't comprehend
No truth in the meaning behind the message they send
With deceitful convictions they call their own
Cold and calculating, devoid of a soul
