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
