I know the rage, page after page that told me nothing
a few twisted half truths, some outright lies
dependency, it fills a need, believe in something
a new breed of victim, in line to die
and they don’t ask why
So bow down, so give in
the vultures circling again
they sleep well, they do sin
and our clock is ticking again
Revelation, ruination
Blueprints of metaphor
Ghosts of hatred, the darkest divinations
thy will be done
no burning souls, no endtime roles, unless we make them
no resurrections, no chosen ones
page after page, it sets the stage, for dumbass mayhem
Silence the pious eternally, and finally
So liberate, from your own superstition
They build their weapons,
For they know they can’t be wrong
prepared to meet their god
as they cast us into the new dark ages

INVIA LE CORREZIONI