False Shepherds Lyrics

False guides
Black lights

Grim, pitiful and helpless
In anger towards yourself and the world
A cold violent rush against whatever
To soothe your misguided souls

You are shovelling your hate
Upon a wretched pile
Of ignorance and fear
In self-denial

Then comes the helping hand
Another pariah
A treacherous pied piper
To fuel your toxic fires

False guides
Black lights

Have we lost our minds?
In loss of a humanity that binds
Borders, flags and pride
For a world without colours we should strive

You keep shovelling your hate
On your pathetic piles
With ignorance and fear
You feed your self-denial

Bombed out of their distant homes
They seek relief
Only to become a scapegoat (here)
For all that's wrong with you

Then comes the helping hand
Another pariah
A treacherous pied piper
To fuel your toxic fires