The Innate God - Compos Mentis

Chaos surrounds me, my world has crumbled up

Only fragments left of what I believed in

Leaves me with a broken soul, bewildered

I yearn for the times that were

Hate flows through my body as I realise

Years were wasted, I based my life on a lie

Subjects of an illusory god inveigle into hypocrisy

Leading puppets into self-deception

A phenomenon created to anaesthetize

With a slumbering world as the aim

White clouds of coma descend from above

It’s called religion

But I’m the only God now

Now there are no rules

Unleashed power surges through my veins

I’m reborn as the ruler of the world

Leaving the weak masses to fear me

In their imaginary innocence

I have reached the highest state of self-control

Nevermore shall I be told what to do

A phenomenon created to anaesthetize

With a slumbering world as the aim

White clouds of coma descend from above

It’s called religion

But I’m the only God now

Now I make my own rules

Divinity is innate