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
