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On the forehead of a child an “X” I paint,
I sell indulgences to the saints.
You belong to me, you have no free will.
You’ll be complacent or you’ll be killed.

Out of the corn the creature is born.
He raises up to threaten the sun.
Out of the night our savior takes flight.
He has been chosen to abolish the light.

To be alive, you must bear the mark.
Without my symbol, you’re left in the dark.
With my magic, I’ll cure the disease.
With my preachings, I’ll put the sinners at ease.

Inside my head, I plan out your fate.
Cut me open, just blackness and hate.
I’ll dance around like a bleeding clown.
I’ll bring you up, I’ll make you bow down.