The planet Mars, we rise with the sky.
As a false prophet, deciphering all sorts of lies.
The embodiment of Hor, we continue to abide.
As if it was on sale, they looking to buy.
Altair, it went, the Hawk Headed King.
Weighing the souls as if I were the balance beam.
Washing everyone's sins, their souls, looking clean.
Uploading data, the interdimensional being.
Recording a movie, like we're switching scenes.
The truth, the goyim who look to fien.
I think with my heart, which is above the spleen.
They complaing as if God was really trying to be mean.