In Service of the Lie

I speak to the icons who call themselves kings I address the whore of Babylon Easily swayed with the whispers of fools So much power, so little wisdom Walk the path cut out for you Slaves to a system that you adore Submit, obey, breed, repeat Give everything you have for a promise Offer up your everything upon the hungry alter It is never satisfied, still give it more and more Die striving for things you will never have Work yourself to death in service of the lie Do not mishear me, you are too weak for revolution One small inconvenience, you bawl like children And if you deviate too far from the path You will not be missed, you're only just a number