Son! Trough the concrete sea you run
Firing your holy gun
Looking for your holy land

All you are and ever will
A saint inside your head
See the puppet for what it is

It's pulse is way to weak

I am a prophet

I am a God
So bare your souls
On the subway walls


I have heaven waiting
Pick the one you crave

The Pied Piper's waiting
Follow him...


So little time, so many souls
Not even close to overdose


I am a prophet
A neon God
So bare your souls

On the subway walls

If life is no more than recreation

Let's dance upon the edge
If all we have is dread and terror
Let's jump into our graves!

If you're the one who knows the answer
I'll buy your life if you will sell
Dead are you before you say

Dead am I before I pay

So little time, so many souls

Not even close to overdose

When! The dawn is drawn from the city ground

From your mind you run
Never mind that gun
Never mind my son

All you are and ever will
A saint inside your head
See the puppet for what it is

It's pulse is way to weak