A hero and a deity on heroin or vanity to jack their personality beyond normal humanity. a crowd of massed humanity bows and worships diligently he's built a loyal following and they steer him thoroughly but jealous man plots from the pews no need for valid righteousness one slightly truthful word set free will turn the tides quite easily our accusations need not be what would bury mortal man The sins of our own deity are tiny but on these we stand R: We don't cry for the gods that die by our hands We throw stones if our gods take a stand We create and destroy our stigmata martyrs So once upon the podium a crucifix we then erect and nail our hero heartily hands and feet, we bind his neck the reason for our worship fades our Idol drenched in his own blood forgotten are the virtues that we valued beyond royalty such joy we dig his shallow grave anticipating pains to come we watch the wriggling dance of death and laugh light hearted at deaths fun our flawless idol is cast down cast down to pay for all our sins to watch our savior crucified we dignified comparisons we pounded out the joyous light our saviors buried now for years a legend now of time gone by a martyr of forgotten tears