Io The Tin God

Enemies hide in the shadows you play
Causing you to believe you're king's council and mate
Lazarus whispers the promise to rise
Granting keys made of ether for gold doors in the sky
Aspirations flow freely in the mists of the storm
as apparitions transcend into tangible forms
Behold! The Tin God riseth in the midst of the sea
and the Serpent's mask blindeth perception of He
All Hail the one who decieves perpetrating to be
the Demon Hydra Beast of the sea
Know the fly is merely a maggot who tried
to survive eating hate and cucooned to mutate
into the butterfly's essence, still he's a cheaply made fake
So make no mistakes as you gaze at the moon
It's not Lilith who holds you, you've been fooled by the loons
And the bricks you build walls with are glass blocks so discrete
destined to crack and crumble as he tightens your leash