Mortal Gods
Look into the eyes of death
And feel nothing
Seek pain and believe it's yours
Feel secure in a blanket of wounds
Self is enemy
Self will be destroyed
Inside and out
Drag the earth into the abyss
All things sacred are a lie
Deceit has proven you a fool
Your weak intelligence
Is matched only by your cowardice
The price on your head is low
Not worth the time
Of anyone who matters
In this world of calculated savagery
The ordained shall rise
The blessed shall win
All else are vermin
All else are slaves
A slow painful death
Is still better than
A slow painful life
A slow painful life
A gift given by our mortal gods
Salve the wound with copious drugs
Eliminate the thought of loss
Obscure the possible future
Inject a remedy of dreams
The life of those who wish to escape
But cannot
Tranquil blinders
Placed over our eyes by choice
Perfume your consciousness
With your ideals
Create a cozy hole
You will never have to leave
You are safe in the arms of your lies
Isolated from the terrible truth
They stroke your back
As your ego strokes itself
And feel nothing
Seek pain and believe it's yours
Feel secure in a blanket of wounds
Self is enemy
Self will be destroyed
Inside and out
Drag the earth into the abyss
All things sacred are a lie
Deceit has proven you a fool
Your weak intelligence
Is matched only by your cowardice
The price on your head is low
Not worth the time
Of anyone who matters
In this world of calculated savagery
The ordained shall rise
The blessed shall win
All else are vermin
All else are slaves
A slow painful death
Is still better than
A slow painful life
A slow painful life
A gift given by our mortal gods
Salve the wound with copious drugs
Eliminate the thought of loss
Obscure the possible future
Inject a remedy of dreams
The life of those who wish to escape
But cannot
Tranquil blinders
Placed over our eyes by choice
Perfume your consciousness
With your ideals
Create a cozy hole
You will never have to leave
You are safe in the arms of your lies
Isolated from the terrible truth
They stroke your back
As your ego strokes itself
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Writer(s): Michael Alksnis
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