I have decided To feed you lines of truth I must ensure That you become reflections of me Clay-made man No thoughts of your own Led by the words in your head Golem Oh, how fiercely I wanted to see you flourish Walking freely in the fields But I saw the snake in the gra** I needed to protect you Religious man No thoughts of your own And I saw the diabolical glow in your eyes I needed to protect you! So I cast down the book ...And I just thought that perhaps you ought To know the source of glory...