Redeemer

Driven into dirt you pray for shit
Told by your saviors high above to look down
At the boot on top of your head
Opportunists and thieves picking your pocket
As you write me a check to help you stop it
Worship me you dumb son of a bitch
I’ll take everything from you until you have nothing left
Worship me now you dumb motherfuck
Because this all disappears when my light fades out
Scorching the skies
The money rains down upon me
Hoarding the wealth
You wouldn’t know what to do with it anyhow
It’s hard to see you from behind these gates
To keep warm I burn these dollars I alone create
Let them di in their sweat
Let thm die in their piss
All for the profits
Scorch the skies
Burn the land
Controlling the narrative blood on my hands
Worship me now
I control the laws
I control the information
Your god is my friend I speak with your god
Eat of my scraps if I have anything left
Worship me you dumb son of a bitch
I’ll just keep taking from you until you have nothing left
Worship me