I am the god of nothing

I am the Lord of lies

I have fallen from my grace

to the very thing that I despise

whatever's good is broken

I don't really care

for when the inferno does erupt

I simply won't be there

Did you mistake my face for friendliness

Sorry but it doesn't exist

for I've rose up from the stagnating cesspit
within in which we continue to persist

I reward nothing with loyalty
I'll take and use and choose

fallen stars, broken hearts -
nothing to me but a bruise

For I am the righteous

I am the whole story

I am favored by nobody, inside grotesque and gory

I am the air you breathe, the dust upon your seats,

I am the Pale God

so get down upon your knees