Wide locked jaws, trapped in a roar
Scared kids sprinting across the floor
You call me God and build me shrines
Yet torrent my films; I don't get a dime
Before were rubber suits in my image
Now technology robbed us of that vintage
You need villains so heroes can rise
So you made me, going for size
Run small child, I'll let you go
Cause I know that you'll be back for more
Gods can be killed, the more you know
Believers will find either egos sore
You point when others take my name
In vain, but then you're all the same
Come at me with things that go 'boom'
I promise you they won't find your tomb
Wide locked jaws, trapped in a roar
Laughing when your piss hits the floor
You call me God and build me shrines
But I don't care on whose souls I dine
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