The Deity Misconception Lyrics & Chords By Job For A Cowboy

The withering serpent puts out his cigar
With a scoff and sneer below his frigid exhalation
Its embers dance overhead
Its embers dance overhead
His polished boots, as his yearning parade
Bubbles for a xenophobic nation

He puts his hungry wolves upon leashes
They choke as they sniff out racial agendas
Under the boiling sun

For shackling the blameless men and women
In unroofed reformatories is priority number one
He releases his soldiers under his command
Racing to feast on anyone who criticizes his work

He puts his hungry wolves upon leashes
They choke as they sniff out racial agendas
Under the boiling sun

As un-violent inmates die in rotting cages,
Giving the man nothing more than a smirk
After years of waiting,
Nothing has changed.
He spits a cesspool of deception.

A leader?
A hero?
A territorial martyr?
More or a less an enormous misconception

The withering serpent puts out his cigar
With a scoff and sneer below his frigid exhalation

After years of waiting,
Nothing has changed.
He spits a cesspool of deception.

A leader?
A hero?
A territorial martyr?
More or a less an enormous misconception