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.