False Prophet

I am the heretic burning the breeze Walking the streets, hearing the screams I am like Jesus, king of the Jews If you crucify me, I'll crucify you I'm the false prophet I'm the false prophet I'm the false prophet I'm the false prophet I am the heretic raised by my arrogance Stumbling, fumbling bring back the snare again I am not fair, I guess, moving on nonetheless Humbling, crumbling failure is my success Seems like I made a mess, painting the streets in red Hearing and fearing and your ass is feeling dread Hatred that I embed, blood that you all have shed Never amount to the pain that is in my head Guessing you slow, I'll say it again Putting your trust into a man That isn't smart, not even a bit Scream it again, he's a false prophet False False False I'm the false prophet False False False I'm the false prophet False False False I'm the false prophet False False False I'm the false prophet I'm the false prophet