All the long empty creatures have come down from the hills
And made their beds in our homes
The apostles of dishonesty have built a crooked kingdom
On sand they insist we call bedrock
Doctorates of divinity
Stretching through infinity
Aren’t worth the straw they are scrawled across
Lovers of corruption
Stand confused by each eruption
Of molten lava blasting through the frost
All the tired losers
Having run out of excuses
Now are content to hide behind the flag of their injustice