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Up from the depths
And Through the wind
I call for the power
Necromancers verged and conjuring
Lambs for the slaughter

A proposition scribed in crimson
On a parchment made of flesh

Born under black skies, with no expectations,
We crawl through our paralyzing pantomime of life,
Awaiting resurrection, the great unwashed seethe,
In quiet desperation we accept our condition fatally,
Is this the present?
Can we call this life?
And for the future... utopian, dystopian, or death?
Thirty million voices, slogging through the undergrowth,

Blood encrusted eyes, staring out in space
The revolution mind, the overbearing thought that I
am dying in this place, alone within the crowd
This never ending race, a war comprised of all against all

A burning awareness I've been deceived
A life lived out crawling here on my knees?

Sycophants storm the gate, in vermin-hordes they swarm
Contorted faces gripping torches in the afterglow
First they castigate, then they obfuscate
Truth is the void where reality will end

The foulest walk among us, Janus-faced and starry-eyed
March to the piper's tune
Like rats they'll follow - you just need a song to lead them

Outside your gated homes,
The world begins where your street ends
Yet in time, your demons will come crawling back
Praise God for what you have in life
For your wealth is as hollow as the heart you hold inside

A nightmare in three dimensions, this opulence embraced by man
Reapers of the peasant's harvest, gorging on the fat of the land

Naysaying scum, betrayer of truth
You will never know, the truth of yourdeceit
A scarecrow, that burns itself down
Naysaying scum, you interloping infiltrators

Vice and virtue, the same for a Naysayer
The Scorning Naysayer
The Swarming Naysayers

Crawling from the cities the filth chokes me to the taste, feeding the
desire to destoy this culture that I hate, the daily inquisition, the fear
that fuels our lives, sets each man against the other with the wool upon our
eyes.

Chains of comman
the weight of wait
under their wheels into concrete

Smell the fear, the coming decay of all, rites of spring gone rotten
High priests, lords of artifice, lead their flocks into harm's way

Welcome all to the new inquisition, the last shriek from the tomb
Nothing left but to burn it all down, rub the salt in the open wound
Destroy, delete, rebuild, repeat, another name carved into stone
Falsify-then pretend, as we cut the cord and wait for the end

Crawling out en masse, they gather
Turkey flop platoons, will scatter
Drag-queen ninjas dance, pirouetting
Always 'scene' and never heard, these core eyesores

What have we learned, in seventeen years
of glam-rock in the grave?
-That history repeats itself...again

Bring out your dead...

Call of the carrion crow, civilized man had no friend
Whale of the silent sea, the ocean is yours, they've left it empty
Hawk and the emerald dove, soar and sail on wings above
Across halcyon streams, to a place where madmen once would dream

Cast your senses, to another world

This is a code red
This is the crown of ire
As we decline
Into the void of inveracity

Where no one is to blame
And nothing's ever real
And death is what unites usin fear

Lost in the annals of time long past over,
Deep in soil, shallow and unkempt,
Brothers and sisters, in ground hallowed sacred,
Their blood, this earth, we will consecrate,
Their eyes once boiling with life,
Their hearts bursting with passion,
With dreams they carried forever,
Through days that promised the world,