The Zealot the Zealot the world hates the Zealot
He bashes and crashes and rains on parades
He mashes and clashes and reveals masquerades
He condemns and denounces your very existence
He coaxes and cajoles you to join the resistance
High and mighty he sits above the masses
Embodying virtues they’ve turned into lapses
The world detests him for he is what they’re not
The world resists him and wishes he’d rot
He stands in the breaches that’ve come to define us
He commands our attention, attempts to refine us
The Zealot the Zealot the world hates a Zealot
