Ok, this one was really fun. I found that putting myself in the place of the character is a freeing experience. It was really not that difficult to write a song from someone else's point of view; most likely because we have all felt something like this in one way or another. But isn't that what makes art meaningful anyway, common feelings and experiences?

Rage!
I'm filled with rage!
At your blind hypocrisy when all your fingers point at me
You're all so slow!
What do you know?
Do you have any comprehension of my pain? It could not be
For if you did,
You'd shake in fear
Yes, you would leave me to my madness and you'd get right out of here!

Self-serving, back-stabbing, non-deserving, money-grabbing, pigs!
You stinking swine!
Squealing at me from your filthy lives to tell me what's wrong with mine!
Does anyone have a spine?
To stand alone, to stand apart, or do we all simply fall in line?
And hide behind
You and your kind
Your false religions, prancing pigeons, with the blind leading the blind!

You're no better, no you're no better, no, you're no better, no better, no better than me!
No better than me!

I paint your portrait
Your face pinched with pride
With all your fancy costumes
You have lots of ways to hide

So why don't I paint you
Without any clothes
And you'll be much more beautiful
When your sins are exposed!
No better than me!

You're no better, no you're no better, no, you're no better, no better, no better than me!
No better than me!

Third verse, not currently used

You can't afford
to serve the poor
With children starving in the streets,
you give your money to a whore
And do you dare
To criticize,
When your hearts are filled with evil
and your eyes are filled with lies
You cannot see
The truth of me so well
It seems that all of your religions
are just different paths to hell!

You're no better, no you're no better, no, you're no better, no better, no better than me!
No better than me!