The Hierophobe

It pulses like a god
It was in me to start the fight
Death moves in and I don’t know why
It wasn’t ever prophecied
Man in service to a pesticide
I don’t ever go outside
I have to stay indoors all the time
Lift my power till it’s bald in the sky
Are there other gods like me
Are there other gods like me
Don’t you hate me
Don’t you hate me
Eeee-waaah!