I am the angel of your fucking lies I am the harbinger of the end of your high I am the golden idol of your crimes I am the truth waiting to come to the light I am the sun-bleached flag that you can't pull down I am the rain that reminds you every time I am the monument driven into the ground And I will exist even after you die Righteous in the wisdom Pious in the hate What you've sewn is the payload that you'll reap Patient like a spider Lying in wait All you are is the victim of your deeds I am the angel of your fucking lies I am the harbinger of the end of your high I am the golden idol of your crimes I am the truth waiting to come to the light I am the sun-bleached flag that you can't pull down I am the rain that reminds you every time I am the monument driven into the ground And I will exist even after you die Even after you die Righteous in the wisdom Pious in the hate What you've sewn is the payload that you'll reap Patient like a spider Lying in wait All you are is the victim of your deeds