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
Oh

A self-proclaimed healer, self-made cult leader
You can't fix the broken
If you don't understand the problem
A 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
Remove your ego now, take off that fucking crown

In the age of the narcissist
We speak with a clenched fist
All the subtlety 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