Council of Shadows
They sit upon a throne of egotistic masturbation
What a shameful demonstration
An abomination
With a waving hand so cataclysmic
Your abdication, intrinsic
Contagion, breaking down your body of work
With a shame so venomous
It's bleeding through your mask
They prey on the weak just to laugh from their spire
Such a bitter fruition
Take a drink they control what you think
So obsessed with contention
They sit upon a throne of egotistic masturbation
What a shameful demonstration
We spill the life from their bloodline
In the novel they compose
Behind the curtain, serpents pull the strings
Under a council of shadows
Mercy no longer a concept
Death no longer a consequence
When torture stokes the fire underneath their lifeless eyes
Within the council of shadows
Feeding on their subjects
Slower the more you object
Our design is flawed
But we are made in their image
We spill the life from their bloodline
In the novel they compose
Behind the curtain, serpents pull the strings
Under a council of shadows
We spill the life from their bloodline
In the novel they compose
Behind the curtain, serpents pull the strings
Under a council of shadows
And with languishing attempts to furlough the torment
We bury scars in to ourselves
We see visions of shadows cast from torches
Beckoning us to the mantle
What a shameful demonstration
An abomination
With a waving hand so cataclysmic
Your abdication, intrinsic
Contagion, breaking down your body of work
With a shame so venomous
It's bleeding through your mask
They prey on the weak just to laugh from their spire
Such a bitter fruition
Take a drink they control what you think
So obsessed with contention
They sit upon a throne of egotistic masturbation
What a shameful demonstration
We spill the life from their bloodline
In the novel they compose
Behind the curtain, serpents pull the strings
Under a council of shadows
Mercy no longer a concept
Death no longer a consequence
When torture stokes the fire underneath their lifeless eyes
Within the council of shadows
Feeding on their subjects
Slower the more you object
Our design is flawed
But we are made in their image
We spill the life from their bloodline
In the novel they compose
Behind the curtain, serpents pull the strings
Under a council of shadows
We spill the life from their bloodline
In the novel they compose
Behind the curtain, serpents pull the strings
Under a council of shadows
And with languishing attempts to furlough the torment
We bury scars in to ourselves
We see visions of shadows cast from torches
Beckoning us to the mantle
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Writer(s): Michael Stellema
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