You call yourself a saint

A healer

A man of the people

And everyone believes you

Without even asking a question

They are the clay in your hand

You create them

You mold them

Into puppets

So that you can use them

Just like you did with me

Till I broke away

Cause I was finally able to see something

The demon in you

No one will listen to the words I say

No one heeds my warnings

Because you told them so

You tell them I am the enemy

That I am the demon

And they do as you say

Going against their own brother

Since going against you

Is like going against God

And siding with the Devil

And I know that I may not be holy

But I know that I’m more holy than you

And I know

Because I saw the demon in you

You tell my brothers and sisters

All of them to attack

To stone me

To beat me

To do anything to hurt me

And they do

Of coarse they do

Since it is your will

And they obey it

Cause you claim to be holy

And they want someone to cling to

You just happen to be that someone

So they will follow you

Maybe forever

Till they see you like I do

Till they see that demon in you

Sooner or later

Your power over them will go away

They will know who you are

They will gather

As I walk away from it all

Wiser

Smarter

And better than before

When I am in this new town

You will fall

Brought upon by your puppets

Not willing for you to pull their strings anymore

Cause they finally saw who you really were

They saw the demon in you

They will restore their life on their own

Questioning everything they do

From there on out

Then they’ll see other people out there

People who claim to be saints

Healers

Men and Women of the people

To only be lying

Hiding something inside from everybody

Hiding that they are a demon

But sooner or later

They will be seen for who they really are

They will see the demon in them