Wrath of a Gentle Man - The Wise Man's Fear

You’ve got an Axe to grind and tight closed eyes

Your contradictions come as no surprise

That you made yourself blind to your own lies

I think I’ll sever my ties

A penny is far too much for your thoughts

Your putrid mind corrupts and rots

There’s more to you than meets the ear

Just nothing that I want to hear

Try seeing things through another’s eyes

You don’t have to lobotomize

To open someone else’s mind

You have become what you despise

I won’t waste another moment on your dogma

Obstinance: manifested.

Blind-eyed, Closed-minded disaffection

Spare me your so-called «wisdom»

You’re a fake, an arrogant fraud

Save some judgement for God

You’ve had plenty of practice preaching, why won’t you practice what you preach?

You’ve got an axe to grind and tight closed eyes

Your contradictions come as no surprise

That you made yourself blind to your own lies

I think I’ll sever my ties

Your idolatry breeds hypocrisy

Your eyes are blinded by the pride you see

That the elegy that you wrote for me

Should have ended up so differently

You’re a mockery of humanity

The incarnation of dystrophy

You’re a harbinger of catastrophe

A plague, pure ruin, you are disease