"Faux King Christ" lyrics

The illness prolific, let the wordsmith begin
Haste with reservation, neither chi or Zen
Could create quite the conflict
All are not know and not seen

Eclipsed in the credit of creation, a murky at best running stream
Of these men who claim contact, by pointing their limbs to the sky
They were so special and chosen, to place all this fear in disguise of

Jesus Faux King Christ
Jesus Faux King Christ

A martyr symbolic to this very day
A scapegoat for most I am sorry to say
Hundreds of years, of serving up fire
Enough to manipulate, not to inspire

Jesus Faux King Christ
Jesus Faux King Christ

Taxless and corporate in "Gambino" ways
A pleasant umbrella, just do what he says
Our evolution proved, that all else is fraud
The sun and the moon is what I call god

Jesus Faux King Christ
Jesus Faux King Christ

The madness horrific, let your wordplay end
You've got no reservation, all just earth on the mend
That's what creates your little conflict
Your ticket to ride has expired
Your owed no credit for creation, just blame for the shame you've conspired
To be all these men who have contact
You point all your hopes to the sky
You are not special or chosen
Just fear in disguise of

Jesus Faux King Christ
Jesus Faux King Christ

A martyr symbolic to this very day
A scapegoat for most I am sorry to say
Hundreds of years, of serving up fire
Enough to manipulate, not to inspire

Jesus Faux King Christ
Jesus Faux King Christ
Faux King Christ