Cult - Forgetting The Memories

They march

To stomp down on all that you are

You march in defense of the weak and the small

They wield their dogma as a weapon to kill

But you hold yours as an unbreakable shield

Next comes madness

The pen can’t bear the weight

So the sword comes out

Each stone an idea raining down from the sky

It’s a war of minds but thoughts are now fists

Because some minds are too incorrect to correct

I look to you

For guidance, for clarity

Give me the tools

So I can stand tall

For all I gave they’ve given nothing

But only taken

And now I’ll be the hero to this villain

I won’t lay down

There’s a war going on so listen well

There’s a tyrant at the door with lies for sale

Easy answers, empty promises

But don’t worry child we have the antidote

For the poisonous words and the venomous traitors

Give us an inch and we’ll swallow you whole

The world is on fire but who lit the match?

A spark’s all it takes I’ll promise you that

We’ll keep you safe and give you weapons to fight

I am the good

So follow me, follow me

I’ll do anything to feel like it matters to someone

To know what’s right

So follow me, follow me

But does it ever?

Do you ever?

They try to vilify us

To set off a witch hunt

To show us as something we’re not and themselves as the saviors

They hide behind the weakened masses

And claim to protect them

But their sickened thoughts

Erases all creation

Cut the head of the snake

It’s the only way to stop it

And then burn the rest

This beast needs to die

Die

These fucking demons

Cannot be reasoned with

Their mind’s too infested and their thoughts far too sick

For peace we need to kill them all

The world is on fire but who lit the match?

A spark’s all it takes I’ll promise you that

We’ll keep you safe and give you weapons to fight

I am the good

So follow me, follow me

I’ll do anything to feel like it matters to someone

To know what’s right

So follow me

So why is it always this?

Sensible many

Led by few

So eager to believe

Where good was supposed to be the goal

Spite and hate took control

After all

The ends justify the means

And in the end

No one wins