When Humans Become Our Gods
Matt Wentworth
False prophets lead the way
With smiles on their faces
Not worthy of our praise
When humans become our gods
Feeding on our faith
Our spirit fades away
We'll never ease the pain
When humans become our gods
We beg on our knees
For someone to save us
We bow before our kings
But they are just like us
Lonely and lost, heavily brainwashed
They might even really want to save us
But they are not gods living among us
They all ride in on a white horse to save us
They teach helplessness then prey on empty souls
Lonely and lost, heavily brainwashed
They might even really want to save us
But they are not gods living among us
Blinded by our bruises and scars
Our eyes deceived by bleeding hearts
When humans become our gods