Unconscious, unmoving The masses multiply This fabric unwoven That binds this fragile pact Complacent, uncaring Each patsy pulls the next All preaching, repeating The rules their masters set
A feral future For feral minds A feral future An epitaph for end times
They foment their fictions An ice age of the mind Embattled, embedded Their victims tow the line We siphon these sermons As servants for their ends So wake up and swallow These truths self-evident
Suffer, obey, pray and buy They lie to us all Right through their teeth From forked tongues
So tell me what is freedom Ordained by God This land is timeless Not something bound in law So they can keep their cities And doom cult fates We'll exit on where Sun, wind and water rule the day
This is our future This is our feral dawn This is our future Far from their eschaton
This is our future This is our feral dawn This is our future A refuge when all hope is gone
