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