Decline!
Soon you will be all mine.
You're running out of time.
You're going to be at my side. 

The end encroaches, you watch the roaches see you for what you are.
You don't do your job, you smile at the mob, and I'm glad you got this far.
But it's not surprising when I gave you this power.
Take the truth apart; rip and devour. 

Come on, man!
You take her by the hand.
Pushing your face up to hers, she turns away but you hunt her down.
It's just a kiss, stay still.
It's just a whiff I want and to feel your touch.
Clearly uncomfortable, but you're not saying much. 

You’re doing a great job at following my will.
Many follow me through you.
They spit and they mock and they feel.
They hate and they despite what's true.
Chanting and ranting, devoid of meaning.
Unable to speak, they yell what they're feeling. 

How it burns when he stands up to me.
My enemy is behind him and he is free.
I can't quite touch him, although I've tried.
I've done all I can do, I've lied and I've lied.
But he still stands steadfast, and he's strong to outlast.
I'm having trouble making him an outcast. 

But soon you'll have outlived your usefulness.
I'll be done with you and then onto the next.
Possessing whatever fool dares to accept me,
I live to deceive and blaspheme.
My time is coming, and I know it's soon, but I've resolved to take every soul under the moon.