The Amenta
The Amenta - Slave songtekst
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No Division Between church and state. Policies spat from the pulpit. A godhead decrees On the stolen televisions of the junksick slums. This is a slave-cult Of a worm-race, A failed, stillborn intellect. Your leaders, Your (God)heads of state, Have ground you into dust. A media-infected age Disinformation. The Divine virus Force fed to parasites. The opiate of the masses, Mainlined, injected By a vacant, idle herd. A soul Sold on a ballot paper, Is a slave Driven by indolence. A soul Sold on a ballot paper, Is a slave Driven by indolence. You are all whores Carrying a binarial disease. You are all whores Carrying a binarial disease. Archangels of doublethink, Parliaments of a faceless elect. No triumph of the will When you worship the whip. This is your answer? A church of soulless husks? Flag waving blank faces. Flag burning masks. Every Jihad, every holy war, Is a political act. The new religion has martyrs. The new religion has saviours. The new religion Is forcing you down. So proud of a system? You are all hunched shoulders. Yearn for nothing. Signifying nothing. Down on your knees. A soul Sold on a ballot paper, Is a slave Driven by indolence. A soul Sold on a ballot paper, Is a slave Driven by indolence. You are all whores Carrying a binarial disease. You are all whores Carrying a binarial disease.