My prophet is hypnotic
He looks at you, you want it
He is for the whole team
He wants to see you scream
He knows what they're doing
Our blood won't stop curling
It once ran hot
My prophet made that stop
He came to tell us we are all men
He wants us to stop and make sense
My prophet is big and full
He is a god's voice
And he is never dull
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