Your teachers offer you nothing
Bringing empty and powerless words
Speaking much, but not the one thing
That could help these wandering herds
Woe to the blind and confused ones
And Woe to the hungry who leave
But fire and death on the chief ones
Who see, and while knowing, bereave
There is no love in a leader deceiving
There is no hope if the end is not told
There is no faith in all of this scheming
We're offered nothing to which we can hold
Now they are ready and ripe for deception
Lacking wisdom or tools to discern
Having been gutted by their own election
They'll fall away, and so they shall burn
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