The first responsibility of a leader is to define reality The last is to say thank you. In between, the leader is a servant Max De Pree Mindless lambs praise the butcher! Sacrifice your dearest daughter Dig your head deep in the sand Our fairytale is at hand Driven mad by power It’s all their hearts desire Enough are empty words You follow the bleat of the herd Ignorant, helpless prey None may disobey L’état c’est Moi Oh naive lambs, resound the butcher? Can’t you hear the screams of slaughter? Many have died for the freedom of speech Tainted democracy ain’t what we seek Mainstream corruption, hidden truth Denying all they can not undo Disagree, felony I am the remedy Oh naive lambs, resound the butcher? Can’t you hear the screams of slaughter? I am the Maker, forger of fates The one to close the infernal gates Don’t ask, don’t think, wander in the mist ’Till all your doubts cease to exist! I am your God Just praise my name Forevermore Oh naive lambs, resound the butcher? Can’t you hear the screams of slaughter?