The Prophet

Unto the pure, all things are true
 Defiled, the unbelieving
 But be shrewd the guide you choose
 Those who seek truth, must venture from
 Those who strive to be deceiving
 The deceived will harrow you
 The prophet is searching for you
 For those of you looking to be saved
 He'll try to lay hands onto you
 About life's design, you've been guessing
 So you look to divination
 To direct your worried mind
 But what you want to know, they don't have it stored
 In the annex of the guided
 You must find your way alone
 The prophet will pray upon you
 Those that follow will be saved
 But it's your fear he'll cultivate
 The words of the prophet, are masking lies
 The path to Hell, was forged by guides
 The prophet is praying on you
 Trust him and you will be enslaved
 The prophet is preying on you
 He'll lay his hands onto you
 And with your fears he'll manipulate