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The Hypocrisy (Party Of None)
I'm all out of sweet sorrow
Bereft, you better believe it
Part of me knows the truth
But the rest of me don't need it
One of these days we'll lose
The lines that fit between us
Collapse as fractals do
Into It-Self, forever, seamless
Lest we find the light that don't shine,
A black hole full of foundry furnaces
As disenchanted as yesterday's confetti
The magic is all gone and lost is any room left to fall
So burn up
If our rock bottom isn't all that was promised
Wait for waters to rise
Oceans trump oaths and now we're
EMBRACED!
Not by the Father we want, but by the Tyrant we trusted
ENSLAVED!
Got myself in this trap again
Confounded, I'm found! Now trussed up!
ESCAPE!
Give them devils a run for their money
Lest you become like us, hunted
TOO
LATE
The axis of fangs unwinds
Snake and rat alike flee a faux paradise
Satan sheperds the meek right past the feet of Prometheus
YOU SAY!
The grass is greener but I want a pound of flesh in my teeth
Because you take! my! best away!
Leave! your! Mark on strays!
Ask what Beast can do for you
Watch Beast make brand new blasphemies
And teach them to the eager sheep
All the while frowning down on human sacrifice
With blood still under their tongues
Bereft, you better believe it
Part of me knows the truth
But the rest of me don't need it
One of these days we'll lose
The lines that fit between us
Collapse as fractals do
Into It-Self, forever, seamless
Lest we find the light that don't shine,
A black hole full of foundry furnaces
As disenchanted as yesterday's confetti
The magic is all gone and lost is any room left to fall
So burn up
If our rock bottom isn't all that was promised
Wait for waters to rise
Oceans trump oaths and now we're
EMBRACED!
Not by the Father we want, but by the Tyrant we trusted
ENSLAVED!
Got myself in this trap again
Confounded, I'm found! Now trussed up!
ESCAPE!
Give them devils a run for their money
Lest you become like us, hunted
TOO
LATE
The axis of fangs unwinds
Snake and rat alike flee a faux paradise
Satan sheperds the meek right past the feet of Prometheus
YOU SAY!
The grass is greener but I want a pound of flesh in my teeth
Because you take! my! best away!
Leave! your! Mark on strays!
Ask what Beast can do for you
Watch Beast make brand new blasphemies
And teach them to the eager sheep
All the while frowning down on human sacrifice
With blood still under their tongues
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