Wrath of a Gentle Man

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 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