FALSE PROPHET

Trouble not you
With the ritual sufferers
Who wear their despair
As if it were
A golden crown

They'll drain you
They'll maim you
With Job love inflame you
To die for their principles
Or worse yet to live for their lies

CHORUS
I've heard the false prophets on the radio
They drag their crosses and talk of loss and woe
Blood's in season

Martyrs they will for
Compassion, a thrill for
These wronged, righteous immortal
Gloryseeking
Wounded, poor souls

CHORUS
I've heard the false prophets on the radio
Dragging their crosses, they talk of loss and woe
Blood's in season

I've heard the false prophets on the radio
Masses all gather and talk of loss and woe
Blood's in season
What's the reason?
Blood's in season