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False Prophet in a Uniform

samuraisvendsgaard

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Lyrics

Intro

Uh

Yeah

C'mon

The silver screen soldier

Chorus

He wears the stars

He sells the scars

Cinema prophet with a violent script

The blood is real

The faith is flipped

The pulpit is a tank and the world is gripped

He wears the stars

He sells the scars

Verse 1

Strip the bars off the shoulders of the brave

Replacing tactical truth for the path he paved

A new order in a five-sided room

Packing every prayer inside a sonic boom

He talks like a savior but he acts like a vulture

Weaponized theology in a cancelled culture

Purging the brass to fill the front lines with ghosts

Serving a god of holy Hollywood hosts

Pre-Chorus

Mama prays in the kitchen for the boy on the bus

While he screams out vengeance and he speaks for us

But the ink on the page doesn't look like grace

Just a cinematic mask for a hollow face

Chorus

He wears the stars

He sells the scars

Cinema prophet with a violent script

The blood is real

The faith is flipped

The pulpit is a tank and the world is gripped

He wears the stars

He sells the scars

Verse 2

Watch the heavy-handed man at the podium stand

Gripping a black leather book in a bloodless hand

He shouts a verse about the path of the righteous man

It sounds familiar

It sounds part of a plan

But that ain't King James

That's a Tarantino scene

Reciting Pulp Fiction while the screens turn green

He quotes a movie assassin

He calls it a psalm

Dropping Ezekiel 25 with a digital bomb

The theater of the war

The war of the theater

Following a puppet and a celluloid leader

Bridge

Cut the film

Cut the film

The act is over

The lines are thin

Cut the film

Cut the film

We won't go out for the lies you spin

The rank and file refuse to bleed for a quote

Take the medals off the prophet

And cut the throat of the hype

Chorus

He wears the stars

He sells the scars

Cinema prophet with a violent script

The blood is real

The faith is flipped

The pulpit is a tank and the world is gripped

He wears the stars

He sells the scars

Outro

Fake faith

False frame

Wrong name

Get out the booth

Uh

Yeah

The script is burning

Yeah

Burn it down

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