Some sort of god

Questions unanswered
From the days gone by
I have seen the word
and turned away and turned away
They all look up to me
As if some sort of God
Reigning down
The answers from on high
Then turn to me
Return to me
But you still turn away
I look out at the masses
That cry my name
Yet they know not what they say
Twisted visions, blinding lights
What is wrong and what is right
I can't take it anymore
I was tnen
Deemed as the rightful heir
to the throne
Simon the Magi
was my name