New Messiah of the Week

She met him in a darkened room, he had issues with the light
His hair combed back from his face, his jacket pulled on tight
She'd never thought of running away, she'd never thought of faith
He took her arm and he took her thoughts and with a look of gentle grace said
Follow me
He said follow me
Away from this whorish noise, away from Philistine
They walked through the radium fields, the salt, the shore, the brine
He said I'll show you where, where to start, I'll show you how to cry
Don't judge the weaker men, don't wallow in your pride
Just follow me
Oh follow me
She said everyone has a borrowed opinion, everybody's read a book
The Science of Discrimination, The Art of Looking Good
I don't need another pagan ritual, I've seen Lord of the Rings
Don't give me self-realisation or Oprah's Pick of the Week
And I don't feel much for politics, I'm not into black comedy
Give me the fundamentals, he smiled once more and said
Follow me
We've learned, we've learned to shake the system so well that we've become
Another system bent on shaking all that has been done
I'm so tired of being told about enlightenment inside
If God was contained within us, hey what about suicide?
Show me a celestial force content with being raped
Show me that inner power happy to be maimed
I set my sights on something, something bigger than myself
We're all fucked up in some way, we all could use some help so
Follow me
Follow me