some might treat/this thing known as/gullibility/as disability
we were trained to think/as they want us to/i can scream/until you turn blue
leaving you parched there is/no oasis
let me tell you something about a pyramid scheme/built on all of their selfish dreams/something we should have realized because the wicked decieves/they want us to fall to their feet by bending our knees
the only shine the stars harbors lies and cries
behind what we trust the most disguises and hides
tell me what's the point of pride if we must abide
their rules their ways ending our days surprise surprise
diligent aren't we?
at least we think we are
vigilante scum
is what what we'll become
seduced and hoodwinked
by thinking that we are gods
that struck the match
we let this village burn
The terrain gazed upon its own destructive patterns set by the dwellers only one can imagine. The fight for supremacy a Napoleon percentile makes an exodus into exile.
The scenario has been mapped for decades. Welcoming negatives. Binding a polar reaction while applying us with sedatitives. Adapting and accepting a new culture as it may seem dancing to a new patriotic theme.
Stills lay on shattered floors. Memoirs find their burials under debris. Terror was never miles away but on our steps giving us little room to breathe. waiting for an invitation it never expected to recieve.
For those who yearned for the rapture. Found themselves in a new world of capture.
As I make my plea to what has made us. Say it with me God save us.
Seattle’s Laden captures the storm and stress of the greatest, grimmest post-metal, crafting songs from 20-megaton riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 29, 2022