Hypnotize

He's seemingly a peaceful man
He dresses in a tux
But are his actions just disguise
Or is this truly luck

We're quick to judge and trust this man
Based on what he presents
But wits aren't always what they seem
Sometimes they don't make sense

There's still two years 'til twenty-twelve
For him, it's perfect time
To win our hearts and suck our souls
At last, turn on a dime

Are we blessed with such a man
Who's soul we should entice
Or are we being taken
By the coming anti-christ?