Misery Index - Rituals Of Power lyrics
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Tracks 01. Universal Untruths
02. Decline And Fall 03. The Choir Invisible 04. New Salem 05. Hammering The Nails 06. Rituals Of Power 07. They Always Come Back 08. I Disavow 09. Naysayer 01. Universal Untruths
This is a code red
This is the crown of ire As we decline Into the void of inveracity Where no one is to blame And nothing's ever real And death is what unites us... in fear As time dissolves Inside a blur of fragments And we decline Into the black of unreality A fundamental flaw A system overload Of means without ends We reap what we deserve 02. Decline And Fall
Captivate, prevaricate, the worst is the yet to come
Just zero-sum directives, from silver, forked tongues A monumental fall, I stop, stare and contemplate how it ends... Crushed in between, underneath the wheel Do I have a future, in this desert of the real? Slow atrophy, schizophrenic dreams Do I need a conscience, in this nihilist regime? Sowing, seeds of distress, left, right, through the center Reveal the hidden hand, as it propagates vicious and false invective Decline and Fall?The spear of Osiris Decline and Fall?The kiss of oblivion Decline and Fall?The cult of deception Decline... and Fall No ties that bind, except the will to live Do I have a reason, something more than hate to give? Apex achiever, or food for the worms? Will I even care, once this world begins to burn? Sowing, seeds of distress, left, right, through the center Reveal the hidden hand, as it propagates vicious and false invective Decline and Fall?The spear of Osiris Decline and Fall?The kiss of oblivion Decline and Fall?The cult of deception Decline... and Fall In this, dead institution, nowhere to go but down Another day in the status quo, another drop in the well of wasted hopes Orphans, in narcosis, longing for a past that never was You're all dead to me, as lifeless as a corpse ground to dust Insects, entombed, the woe of time and doom I spit and curse each day I walk this blighted earth 03. The Choir Invisible
We are, the ones you fear, breakers of your grand illusion
Exiled, dispossessed, your sown-seeds reaped and left abandoned God forsaken, left adrift, detritus ripped and torn asunder Shunned like, rodent hordes, human lives that wane and wander You said, "never again"?does that keep your conscious clean? We are disposable, the choir invisible The last in line to join, the choir invisible We flee, blight and filth, so far beyond your gates and walls Nameless, namenlos, unknown, innominado - naught! Exiled, souls detested, so riven with abject despair Blanks stares, open mouths, our stifled screams you'll never hear Toss, the coin, we wait our turn, until the boatman calls We are disposable, the choir invisible The last in line to join, the choir invisible ?down to the afterworld Sinking, we slip into the black, of our briny grave We die (just another tick on your news feed) Wailing, such a mournful sound, underneath the waves Dragged?into the deep We are disposable, the choir invisible The last in line to join, the choir invisible ?down to the afterworld 04. New Salem
Sharpen up the guillotine, as fashionistas clean the scene
You're socially bewitched with narrative affixed Tried and executed with no due process Do you fight the good fight? Or instigate the fighting? It's a fucking witch-hunt, somebody's head's gotta roll? In New Salem Burn the books, rename the streets, nothing is safe, suppress the speech A virtual conflict, binary logic, who the fuck is the strawman now? Do you fight the good fight? Or instigate the fighting? It's a fucking witch-hunt, co-opted activists divide and conquer us Somebody's head's gotta roll New Salem, somebody's head's gotta roll, new Salem Co-opted activists divide and conquer us Somebody's head's gotta roll In a pacified endemic state, it's another echo-chamber slave Addicted to extremes of ideologies Where left and right amalgamate and hang us from their tallest trees Do you fight the good fight? Or instigate the fighting? It's a fucking witch-hunt, somebody's head's gotta roll In an echo chamber no one can hear you scream Burning the strawman in this knee-jerk nightmare, Roiling in all your virtue valor, awakening as a victim martyr, Freedom fighter, or bald-faced instigator? Do you fight the good fight? Or instigate the fighting? It's a fucking witch-hunt, somebody's head's gotta roll New Salem, Somebody's head's gotta roll, new Salem Co-opted activists divide and conquer us Somebody's head's gotta roll 05. Hammering The Nails
Calls of distress echo through the maze
Whose name on the list is next? This caustic derision, the abject death As we collapse in this open-ended cage Now is all we have, Yet blind we dance into the void As we follow the one who leads from the rear Hail to the chief: megalomaniac! And we're hammering the nails down As we each die clinging to the lies that hold our world in place One by one, we reach the precipice As progeny of vice and avarice Bleak is the vision, the cult end-time These are the days of the faithless god And we're hammering the nails down As we each die clinging to the lies that hold our world in place Rivals?not equals, all against all Compassion rendered null and void Breach and division, moral charades Absurd inquisitions, sanity fades We fake dissent, we breed deceit Each fuels the other endlessly And we're hammering the nails down As we each die clinging to the lies that hold our world in place And we're hammering the nails down As we each die clinging... to our lies 06. Rituals Of Power
Smell the fear, the coming decay of all, rites of spring gone rotten
High priests, lords of artifice, lead their flocks into harm's way Welcome all to the new inquisition, the last shriek from the tomb Nothing left but to burn it all down, rub the salt in the open wound Destroy, delete, rebuild, repeat, another name carved into stone Falsify, then pretend, as we cut the cord and wait for the end With a concrete stare - rituals of power The dead eyes of the past - rituals of power Up to the gates of armageddon - rituals of power Until we're all one with the dust - rituals of power Still they cling to the old superstitions, the elders speak in tongues The spit words their words and they wither and wait, as Cronus eats the young Destroy, delete, rebuild, repeat - another name carved into stone As they rot away, 200 years - straight to the grave With a concrete stare - rituals of power The dead eyes of the past - rituals of power Up to the gates of armageddon - rituals of power Until we're all one with the dust - rituals of power No ones cares who lives or dies, no empathy, no compromise The crows descend, the children mourn, the ichor spills and the crosses burn Like Visigoths at the gates of Rome, a great decline into a great unknown Marble eyes, obelisks, cenotaphs, Bolsheviks Cities burn and ashes rain, no one speaks of us again Each and all, swept away?like grains of sand on the shore of time Greed shrines, halls of emptiness, blight and shame rewarded Cowardice with no consequence, thieves-as-gods exalted Parasites, endless appetites, drag them to oblivion Subjects fill the empty nest, mouths open?waiting for worms 07. They Always Come Back
These bastards never die
They just slip and crawl through the fallout filth Not one will deny The hairless apes achieved what their god designed As they wake from seventeen years entombed, dawn of the Necrocene arrived Spawn of nuclear waste, unearthed from ashes they arise. Offal of earth expelled, cast right out from her festering wounds Arc of time beset, this cadaveric discretion Rise, above, the archetype of man, a septic race is born Bleed and purge, a lesson never learned, like black, hissing roaches... They always, come back They always, come back... again Carved out from ice Parasites of neo-neolithic age Dregs of pestilence Children of the aftermath Rise, above, the archetype of man, a septic race is born Bleed and purge, a lesson never learned, like black, hissing roaches... They always, come back They always, come back Cryptic lifeforms and crumbling icons Ancestors, infected, they spread like viral fire Embalming, dissolving, the meek inherit nothing Scumrot humans, storming over, arctic deserts, A brave, new, world to conquer And spread their seeds in virgin waste... end all Spiral out, their dead-end lives, as carrion calls echo on Acid fields, rivers of tar, endlessly... they always come back 08. I Disavow
Sycophants storm the gate
In vermin-hordes they swarm Contorted faces gripping torches in the afterglow First they castigate, then they obfuscate Truth is the void where reality will end The foulest walk among us Janus-faced and starry-eyed March to the piper's tune Like rats they'll follow - you just need a song to lead them Servants fawning, I Disavow This vile calling - I Disavow Who fears the anarchist? Who fears the terrorist? Truth is the void where reality will end Fictionaries fabricate And faccinate the minds of youth Posturing partisans Who fuel this nightmare with their solipsistic bullshit Servants fawning, I Disavow This vile calling - I Disavow Swastikinder, casualties of reason?your god's a man of straw Ventriloquists, veritas in absentia Archetypes of a species yet to come The die is cast?no question's ever answered A downward spiral into vertigo's arms Who fears the anarchist? Who fears the terrorist? Truth is the void where reality will end A dialectic death-waltz Called 'cards against reality' A game we each play alone As gaslit martyrs for the overlords that feed us Servants fawning, I Disavow This vile calling - I Disavow and repudiate in full These jackals spit the venom of deception Sleepwalk, no rest for the ignorant Who cry wolf as their dragged from the womb Dry-dox, the pitchfork procession trolls on?.and you are next 09. Naysayer
Naysaying scum, betrayer of truth
You will never know, "the truth" of your... deceit A scarecrow, that burns itself down Naysaying scum, you interloping infiltrators Vice and virtue, the same for a Naysayer The Scorning Naysayer, the Swarming Naysayers Quick to judge and run, a sadist on the prowl The Icon grotesque, an eater of the dead You feast on hope and world-weary flesh On castaways, on masses dispossessed You Naysaying beast, your vanity, an amulet of death Vice and virtue, the same for a Naysayer The Scorning Naysayer, the Swarming Naysayers Quick to judge and run, a sadist on the prowl A petulant child inept, and mired in punishment You are the one that history will soon forget Naysayer namenlos, like vermin swept from city streets Agent provocateur As you speak under the sands of time, Your spew and spite and spit all reeks of servitude Vice and virtue, the same for a Naysayer The Scorning Naysayer, the Swarming Naysayers Quick to judge and run, a sadist on the prowl |