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The Idol
01:49
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If they have horns on the top of their head
Who am I to say they don’t have hooves
Say my name as you bend over backwards and howl to the heavens
Fan the flames of false idolatry forever more
Keep us on our toes
Listen for the sound of our still singing limbs
Those narcissistic hymns
Who do you think that I am?
I don’t condone I condemn
Oh my god there’s a liar on the loose
We believed and we walked into the noose
In through the out march out through the in
Carry on routine
An unmarked grave in the garden of sin
A spread eagle thief
We know you’ll make the face that helped earn you your name
Drown a dead horse and beat it to death
With a tongue the weight of a tyrant
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The Machine
03:26
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They prey on the lost, the weak and their sons
The slowest of the herd is a guaranteed feast
They camoflouge the cause, drain a Purple Heart
"True patriots never retreat"
Feed the machine, keep the gears turning
Line their pockets green, keep the fire burning
"Dirty money, clean oil, young blood"
We aim high and we don’t bow to no one
The path to paradise is straight through hell alone
A cracked and charred road littered with bones
Licked clean, discarded, added to the pile
Laughing to the bank, a wink and a smile
"Dirty money, clean oil, young blood"
Feed the machine
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The Fraud
01:47
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You sold your hollow soul to a ghost in a regal robes
An open bribe and a broken oath
Bow down, fold your hands for the endless sermon of thieves
Bend over clench your teeth for the holy fuck of the priest
Drink from the cup of the old
We’re all flies drawn to shit with empty heads and open eyes
They’ve all got blood on their hands in the name of the father
Dead bodies piled high, praised as willing martyrs
This is the house that guilt built
All of us to ashes
Open hands, empty palms, hollow psalms
Failures in arms, all of us.
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The Empress
02:31
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I have been chased by this beast for so long that it grins like it knows my name
It gnashes teeth, it salivates
A shake of the hand, a trick up the sleeve
Tearing flesh from bone, limb from limb, over and over and over and over again
On your knees, begging your god, “Save me”
But I am the god of my own demise, I carried it out by my design
And I lay my sins bare with such autocratic pride
Wrapped around my neck, forever tightening
If ignorance is bliss then I spend my days in shit
A fattened pig inside the pen, I don’t know the difference
Inherited, it’s heritage, its decades of this arrogance
Swallowed whole
Apathy in everything, medicine is menacing
And now I call it home
This is the voice of doom calling
No one’s gonna save you from yourself.
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