You've started to believe the things they say of you. You really do believe this talk of God is true. All all the good you've done will soon get swept away. You've begun to matter more than the things you say.
I don't like what I see. All I ask is that you listen to me. And remember, I've been your right hand man all along. You have set them all on fire. They think they've found the new Messiah, And they'll hurt you when they find they're wrong.
I remember when this whole thing began. No talk of God then, we called you a man. And believe me, my admiration for you hasn't died. But every word you say today get's twisted 'round some other way. And they'll hurt you if they think you've lied.