Arkaik
Arkaik - Paradigm songtekst
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Deceit-disease-decline-this virus contradicting reason and theology Contrasting ideologies Spew their vehemence into the Imaginations of humankind They are part of the same feral beast Who's venom drips from ivory fangs Waiting to rend the vacillating mind Her feast is our collapse incarnate This succubus- sits perched on a throne of misconceptions She lies in a- stagnant pool of spiritual afterbirth Pregnant with- deception she spreads her wings As we receive her- miscarriages willingly The abscesses of human thought grow As she rapes the mind of it's reason Hope faith hypocrisy rebellion Contorted into lifestyle distortionAre The spawn that became her paradigm abortions She feeds the dead offspring to the masses Holy men and counter culture both convulse in hunger Reduced to pains of famine They will tell you who to worship And advise you who to hate You have become their canvas Upon your wits they scrape their paint All paths of logic- lead to some form of light Needle feast hemorrhages- try to rip reason from insight Clots from the womb- pour forth with tides of delusion We have become- lost in a sea of illusion There is a path of light for Those who aren't blinded by the Lies they are fed, there are still, Minds in which logic and the divine have not Departed From malignant tongues Forked in abhorrence their odium Seeps piercingly into the common rationality Kneel to the snake, kneel to the stake Either side breads filth Seek the knowledge you wish to gain and think for your fucking self! The beast and the saints will have you forget about the universe The wonder, found in the, unknown, the infinite Will be torn away by clawed hands in jagged grip Thrust aside to make way for ideologies they claim are right Ways, of thought, that disguise, true meanings Deceiving, distractions, seizing our eyes And our minds, leaving shreds, of divinity Bleeding us of our foresight leaving the origins of wisdom cauterized These inconsistencies of thought shall wreak their stench and tear us under To rot in withered tatters Decayed within the mounds of ruin... We, must, ascend, beyond these Paradigms of hypocrisy For reason and insight are locked away in the enveloping pattern of destiny