Demagog - Emergence

Like a spider spinning webs in your fetid hole

You measure discontent with envy

Darkness eats your soul

You hatch your sordid little plots

Every convert plays a part

Your hateful faction grows

Then crumbles as the center falls apart

Run for higher ground

Your back against the wall

And watch your henchmen gather round

As they rally to your call

You unleash them on the world

Like a wild savage horde

And with their battle flags unfurled

They clamor as their victims are ignored

Like a self-made petty god in your secret shrine

Your hounds lay curled up on your feet

Waiting for a sign

Blaming others for your faults

Bilging with your secret hate

Your faithful turn away

You see at last but now it is too late