There's only one way that this will end.
Lately I’ve become the tyrant
I’ll bludgeon all who dare oppose me
Every whisper is a needle
Pressed into my skin
Order will become the ointment
To appease the jilted masses
And silence will become the banner
A herald of what’s to come
We must drag the bodies from the river
Before you start to question me
I am the consequence of this disconnection
The prophet of your demise
I am the product of this misdirection
A harbinger and I’ll cut you down to size
Someone had to wear the mantle
To keep these factions from colliding
Should I have left you to spit at each other?
No, I had to intervene
I’ll give you ample motivation
To embrace my wild suggestions
This is exactly what you asked for
And I’m happy to oblige
I am the consequence of this disconnection
The prophet of your demise
I am the product of this misdirection
A harbinger of what is to come
Greeted by silence
I begin my address
Thank you all for your attendance
Your support is duly noted
Someone had to cut away the cancer
Try to salvage what remains
Eye for an eye
Throw more petrol on the fire