The followers have pooled, empty and confused
With master's of abuse, creating fools
Propagating rules, blanketing the truth
Of monsters and brutes, and the myths they choose
Controlling basic needs, one community, segregated from
True reality... True reality.
Spawned swarms in a hive, crawled out from a mind
The sadistic howling grind, of worker's daily lives
Heads with human eyes, dead if not for lies, they bring them to life
To spread like a disease.
Sewage septic rivers, toxic and putrid streams, these well defined borders
To blend and find a niche. There are these holy ones who
Are refined and meek, or that is the shroud that, they'd have you believe.
They are hiding the truth, so they can control and rally the troops
Prophets provide the meaning of life, pillaging all that they see fit.
Numbers fall to disease, they blame it on blasphemy
They take it out on the sick
And then demand respect
They are in control of, our damning destiny
Breaking any faith means, their hold can be released.
It is in the mind of man, that evil black abyss
That consumption, in us, in our essence, it's within our soul.
The evil resides (resides)
Like the black in eyes (in eyes)
The pupils of hate
Leaves us in its' wake, as it grows and festers and leaves us in its' wake.
They are hiding the truth, so they can control and rally the troops
Prophets provide the meaning of life, pillaging all that they see fit.
They are computerized, their emotion's are appeased
Their killing will subside with, their dominating hate
No need to dignify, their actions that cannot cease
No remorse and no pride, with no concept of their fate.
It is in the mind of man, that evil black abyss,
That consumption, in us, in our essence, it's within our soul.
The evil resides (resides)
Like the black in eyes (in eyes)
The pupils of hate
Leaves us in its' wake, as it grows and festers and leaves us in its' wake.
Caught inside their web, for malice and entrapment
Stand alone to bring their death, solace in excrement
Leading sinful lives, trekking through their decadence
Standing in remembrance, to fuel the black abyss.
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