I am your iconoclast
I am your angel of death
Kill me, throw my body away
I shall be reborn
Your wicked plans come to fruition
Are you proud of your leadership
Are you proud of stripping away
Everything once held dear
The fabric of morality is shredded
Behead the beast of common courtesy
And replace it with disgusting acts
Of sexual idolatry, perversions of freedom as your incomplete rainbow flag flies high above the rest
You crowned yourself dictator
But the waves have not swept
The fragility of democracy away yet
Oh but someday soon
You\'ll think you\'ve won the war
You\'ll think you are free
I\'ve given chance after chance
Breath after breath
Still you refuse to freely give
So I\'ll take what\'s mine instead
Behold your angel of death
Your breath taken away
Your image is erased
People forget your name
As you burn in the eternal flame
When the trumpet sounds
Those who suffer under you will be swept away in grace
But those who follow you will join you in wearing the no name face
Iconoclast, angel of death
Stripped of skin
Your memory forgotten by those you sought to purge
Every idol built in your name now burns
Alongside the rest of the world
The wicked will fall from their thrones
Their man made halos will hang them
The wicked will not prosper
Your plans may come to fruition
To usher in decimation
Behold the end of the age
I am your iconoclast
Behold the end of the age
I am your angel of death
Behold the end of your reign