Dec 07, 2004 01:10
Come distortured artists
Bitter things seek meaning
Even if they're madness to behold
Once forbears to horizons
Where the dead stayed dreaming
Now nightmares waken souls
Deranged, uncaged
Where the tragic in theory and practice meet
We rage like a plague through this age of greed
Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap
A terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat
An eye for an eye as espied in the bible
My faith is lost to the burning of idols
One less cross to press upon the survival
Of this lorded agony
Last prayers, hang in the air
Each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours
Strung where crippled vultures dare
Golgotha coughs another cross to grave God's failure
Suicide is the only tried and tested formula for release
A swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night
A tragic yet magical fall from grace
Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste
Those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints
Free shining souls torn from Giod's given Reich
Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight
SPC can suck it. I'm one class away and they're gonna fuck with me.