The Ceremony (Cut to the Point)

I'm coming closer
 The knife in my hand as they're smiling
 Emissary for your redemption
 Determining for you what's right
 I irrigate you with the beverage
 Intoxicate you as you cry
 The blade shines upon your small body
 In a blink of an eye
 Over!
 Now you are just like the flock
 Regret is unattainable
 Too young to obtain own decisions - taking them for you though
 Wonder
 The life you could have if the masses
 Would really care for you
 Suffering magical orders
 Which you will do to someone new
 It's your turn to take the decisions
 The knife in your hand - pass it through
 To the man in emissary costume
 SO WHAT WILL YOU DO?
 He irrigates him with the beverage
 Intoxicates him as he cries
 You grab the blade off of his body
 A chain cut dry!
 Why can't we make our own values?
 Domineering order that's full of disorder so what will you take?
 WHAT WILL YOU TAKE?!
 Try to forgive my imitation
 Of this concept which hurts us all
 Forcing us thoughts about creation
 Knocking us to mind control
 Barbarian culture of puppets
 Deceived to commit such sick crimes
 Trivially following prophets - to whom do you lie?
 Over!
 Now you are just like the flock
 Regret is unattainable
 Too young to obtain own decisions - taking them for you though
 Wonder
 The life you could have if the masses
 Would really care for you
 Suffering magical orders
 Which you will do to someone new