it sickens me
how we sell our humanity
we forfeit souls
for a promised eternity
descent to nothing
death is the collective dream
in all our eyes
we idolize suicide
collective apathy
pathetic pathogenic
disintegrate into moloch-ules
moloch rules!
the motto of the day
is to pray
or be prey
become the sun
of the zodiac wheel
spinning around
til we fall out and peel
broken records
now we cannot measure
the distance covered
since the birth of our mother
Mother Earth
and the goddess Sophia
inherent wisdom
uncovered on Gaia
the painted pictures
send a message
through the ether
images pull me
like a puppet on a tether
send a message
through dimensions
simple summons
like an ocean
on a mission
the destination doesn't matter
at the moment
until the prison
of reality is broken
we cracked the code
so now we need to implement it
or else we'll never see the dream
that we were meant
it's all so vague
sometimes to see
how much potential
could have grown into a tree
instead we build
concrete temples to sell
empty consumer products
from hell
bought and paid for
demonic prostitution
symphonic sins
orchestrated the illusion
sisters of curses
flinging bodies into purses
count up the blood
that is dripping from the vases
oiled up
from the psychic penetration
how we slide in
without notice of our presence
holding a seance
in your temples tightened focus
can you see
the hollow emptiness around us
it's full of nothingness
the most sacred substance
potent potentials
fill the vial of this moment
at this point
i think we're already snowed in
the kindling
needs to be brought in
seeking the warmth
of parental guidance
on a mass scale
we are all abandoned