Crusades from burning torches,
return the eye of sight
to resting places of origins,
as moth men flock to the light.

And at the light, they shower down affections from their curled tongues, licking at the molten ground and asking to preserve their young. By right, they deserve the atrocity. So says the hand that carries the flame.

Sun,
Sin,
Come,
Origin.

Dead,
Seas,
Tread,
Lightly.

A name that passes through the gates of time, the points of pyramids align, the shapes and symbols crack the code of the only name we know. The greatest force left now to blame is he who wallows in your shame.

Follow faith in famine for the families of fortune,
So serrated stars in smaller sizes see the softly screaming swarms.
Add an acre, add an ant farm, add an act among a
Never neutral knee-high, knowing the name of Nebuchadnezzar.

At the pearly gates we'll meet with binding ropes around our feet, and kiss the stones on which they walk, our wealthy fathers lead the flock. From hell and our civilization, we crawl to certain doom.

Heir to thrones of humankind,
Pharaoh's kin.
Eyes on all ensure the hive-mind,
Look within.
Suffer longer.
Spit up and desecrate.
Sever, eviscerate.
Lasting torture.
Always untraceable.
Ever insatiable hunger.


Do you know where your source lies? Do you know where it comes from? No star of circles or six sides is wholesome.
Flip the books and feed the masses, stir the pot and breathe the gasses. Live for them and drink the cesspool, bide your time and hear no evil.
By the time you understand this, they'll deceive you into madness. Throw open the gates, surrender you, and use your fear.
And they leach the light.

But at the light, they shower down affections from their curled tongues, licking at the molten ground and asking to preserve their young. By right, they deserve the atrocity. So says the hand that carries the flame.

Sun,
Sin,
Come,
Origin.

Dead,
Seas,
Tread (Tread so)
Lightly.

A name that passes through the gates of time, the points of pyramids align, the shapes and symbols crack the code of the only name we know. The greatest force left now to blame is he who wallows in your shame.

Crack your necks to serve the bloodlines,
Sacrilege.
Let the pain consume the sunshine,
Burn the bridge.
Clinging, to all,
All that is leachable.
Summit unreachable.
Barely, breathing.
Crippled society.
Act unreliably.
Burn.

Masonry becomes the word of mouths that seal with hollow skin,
mouths on faces that are numbers.
Numbers to gods.
Lips are lined with scripture words repeated time and time again.
Repeated, verbatim.

How they make us dance in the fires of shame.
Look back to years passed to learn the source of all your pain.
Look back, it never lasts when gods and men become the same.
The silent voice never ends and keeps the flame alive.
The silent voice never ends, lest we wake and burn our hive.

Hope is all gone.
Hope is all gone.
Hope is all gone.
We are Rome now.
Hope is all gone.
Hope is all gone.