WicKeD

I'm the guy creator of a lie

wear a hundred masks as a perfect disguise

I'm the book you read and the videos you watch

I'm the teacher, the politician, and the cops

I'm insidious so you never question me

you love me trust me and praise me

I'm the voice of criticism in the back of your head

I'm the memory that exists of all the dead

I'm the wrinkle above your eye when your mad

I'm the salty feeling inside when you are sad

I'm the urge to kill when you are mad

I'm what entices you to do what is bad

I'm the jury sent to condemn the wicked

I'm the pop star mentally poisoning your children

I'm the soldier programed to hate the enemy

I'm the priest who engages in sodomy

I'm the religious zealot and the idealist

I'm the sorrow that inspires the greatest artists