Whitechapel unnerving

I am God
For I am not a man nor a machine
Or the highest soul of immortality
I am not you, I am not me
Yet I still control all the things that be
For I am not the fake image
Your eyes want to believe
But I will change the world
Only for the worse
There is a reason
Why I have you here
To overtake your mind
And multiply your fear of me
God, does this feel familiar?
God, does this feel familiar?
I am everything you hate
I am everything you hate
For I am not the fake image
Your eyes want to believe
But I will change the world
Only for the worse
It wouldn't be a problem
To initiate the process of elimination of a planet
And the fucking hypocrites it breeds
Destroy them all
Hate, hate
Will, will
Cleanse us all
The forces of good and evil
Are yourselves, don't you see?
You have made your mind believe
That you couldn't exist without me
Your morals are dead
This is psychological rot at its finest form
Hate will cleanse us all
Hate, hate
Will, will
Cleanse us all
I am everything you hate
I am everything you hate