Beloved infidel, where are you hiding now?
Will you return to me once you've been disavowed?
All the many battles you fought on my behalf
Now your memory fades like a photograph
False gods they will erect offerings they will burn
I am lost in meditation and awaiting your return
Beloved infidel, do I beseech in vain?
Since you departed here, the pendulum swings again
Now the weak are vilified and the wicked glorified
And still you hide away inside a fool such as I
And it is money that they worship and
Lies are what they sell
And fear is their obsession