He has sold you a **** story
Which you have grasped fiercely
And consumed, embraced, bought into.
What choice do you have?

I know for a fact that doubt germinates
From time to time
Because you know him,
But what choice do you have?
You want to believe.

So I'll leave you with his lies,
Sweet unseer.
If I could be a **** for him,
Then I can be one for you,
With a nobler purpose,
And a steelier resolve.
I will give you what you need,
As he can't and won't.
Believe, believe,
I can't, I don't.