Apocalypse watch their dead pockets slip,
Call the kids, commentate the politics,
Fallen stars tell us where you are, there, there,
Under vicious hypocrites, far off in
Wonderland stand for something lost one, or
At least tell us your faults, cult classic, past
Static some form of you exists, sick ways
Persist, subsist on attention lost gen.
Old Regime, burning hills, kill no captures,
Right, they’re all bastards, nothing but us left,
Hatful men, legion crawl in ancient debts,
Hellish pigs, colors fly across our ranks,
Open fire before they scorch our capital,
Red eyed brown shirts, race traitors, murderous
Noose makers, nothing new everything old,
Shining city held in place, shut the gates.
Domed afterlife, Historia awake,
One word in the ear and out the other,
Careless Mankind calling Gods, Council takes
Cosmic scepter round and round, tell the town
Our creators live, on and on flames arise,
Begin your wars as walls trap you slowly,
A cruel anaconda choking all of
Reality, madness rings, clash over.