Heretic
Perfection is imperfection
Declaration is desperation
Misconception of deception
World's built on a bed of lies
The truth slowly dies
Hidden within are sparks of truth
A slap from the hand that feeds
To obey is to give in
To resist is a sentence to the grave
Unveil the truth, reveal the face
Beneath the mask
Twisted and gurning
And mangled with hate
A glimmer in the dark
A shimmer, a spark of hope
The puppet controlled by the master
Veering closer to disaster
Vile and vicious, decadent interests
Layered with incest
And morality in jest
They bleed blue blood
So let it run
Let it shower the streets
A gruesome parade
A glimmer in the dark
A shimmer, a spark of hope
Church and state combined
Cruelty so intertwined
Corrupted Gods
Leading the willingly blind
A hanging bare teat to gather around
Free will and longing are not to to be found
Instead a sick huddle, a paranoid cuddle
Whispering rumours of abject struggle
Restrained by the muzzle
Of those on the top
Illusion of freedom
Nothing more than a prop
World's built on a bed of lies
The truth slowly dies
Hidden within are sparks of truth
A slap from the hand that feeds
Declaration is desperation
Misconception of deception
World's built on a bed of lies
The truth slowly dies
Hidden within are sparks of truth
A slap from the hand that feeds
To obey is to give in
To resist is a sentence to the grave
Unveil the truth, reveal the face
Beneath the mask
Twisted and gurning
And mangled with hate
A glimmer in the dark
A shimmer, a spark of hope
The puppet controlled by the master
Veering closer to disaster
Vile and vicious, decadent interests
Layered with incest
And morality in jest
They bleed blue blood
So let it run
Let it shower the streets
A gruesome parade
A glimmer in the dark
A shimmer, a spark of hope
Church and state combined
Cruelty so intertwined
Corrupted Gods
Leading the willingly blind
A hanging bare teat to gather around
Free will and longing are not to to be found
Instead a sick huddle, a paranoid cuddle
Whispering rumours of abject struggle
Restrained by the muzzle
Of those on the top
Illusion of freedom
Nothing more than a prop
World's built on a bed of lies
The truth slowly dies
Hidden within are sparks of truth
A slap from the hand that feeds
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Writer(s): Dusk Lurker
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