Synthetic Man

Tell them what they want to hear, Synthetic Man, with your synthetic robe and your synthetic cross.
Words preached with such an authenticity that one would think could not be feigned.
Govern this land, this building, its possessions, and its people as if they are yours.
With all of this gold and all of this want, with all of this temptation and all of your hunger.

Show them what they need to see, Synthetic Man, with your synthetic robe and your synthetic cross.
With all of this praise from those who are allowed to free your ego.
With a congregation full of the hypnotized who yearn for your presence and live for your accolades.
With your diplomas, certificates, plaques, and awards blinding them from identifying their own truths.

Preach, Synthetic Man, with your synthetic robe and your synthetic cross.  
Hide behind your camouflaged pulpit, voice of the lord, doer of good, and liberator of sin.
Disprove our beliefs, discredit our conclusions, and lure them deeper and deeper with your deceit. 
Break the bread and offer the cup in remembrance of Him, speaking for Him, believing you are Him.

From you, we sought guidance.
From you, we yearned for support.
Through you, we shaped our beliefs.
Through you, we modeled our lives.
All are greedy for gain from the least to the greatest; prophets and priests alike all practice deceit.

Make them aware, Synthetic Man, with your synthetic robe and your synthetic cross.  
Your good deeds do not go unnoticed, and you always know how to make that clear.
With your physical presence and your emotional availability, your invitation seems so sincere.
Empathetic ears masking eyes filled with lust herein lays a safety that fails to exist anywhere else.

Lie to them, Synthetic Man, with your synthetic robe and your synthetic cross.
Draw them into this sanctuary that you have beguiling turned into your stained-glass prison.
Possessor of wisdom and professor of facts, those unaware have no reason to question your words.
Dig deeper and deeper into their souls with your ulterior motives, with your superpower named deceit.

Run away, Synthetic Man, with your synthetic robe and your synthetic cross.  
Flee into the night and find a part of this world where you will never be found.
With your lies having caught up to you, you saw your chance and covertly made your escape.
Held unaccountable for the mess you made, forcing us to believe in something that failed to exist.  

From you, we sought guidance.
From you, we yearned for support.
Through you, we shaped our beliefs.
Through you, we modeled our lives.
All are greedy for gain from the least to the greatest; prophets and priests alike all practice deceit.

Know no freedom, Synthetic Man, with your synthetic robe and your synthetic cross.  
With those left behind forced to sift through this rubble and reassemble these broken pieces. 
With some forever turned off, their lives leaving them looking for a purpose not yet discovered.
Feel trapped by your actions and the brunt of lives altered; please realize this is entirely your fault.  

Know no peace, Synthetic Man, with your synthetic robe and your synthetic cross.  
With a community filled with confusion and trepidation, please realize that this is entirely your fault. 
For some, forgiveness will come easier; for others, the anger to linger…perhaps never to subside.
How all of this could have been so much more forgivable if not for your extreme cowardice.

Know this impact is everlasting, Synthetic Man, with your synthetic robe and your synthetic cross.  
While each day furthers the distance, more questions will forever go unanswered. 
Many feel lost in ways never known, lacking the necessary resources to cope.
Many feel blindsided and defeated, drained of an ability to trust again.

From you, we sought guidance.
From you, we yearned for support.
Through you, we shaped our beliefs.
Through you, we modeled our lives.
All are greedy for gain from the least to the greatest; prophets and priests alike all practice deceit.