The Cabal

Purging vermin from the plague
Crushing roaches on a slate
Sever every head of the slain
And cauterize the base
We have no move to make
Or so we say
Feigning weakness to deceive
As we plan, as we wait

If false Gods are the first to experience death
The shepherds and their sheep are next
Carve or burn our brand
On their soulless chest
With no recompense

The phage won't wipe away
Sickle to achilles, past the gates of the depraved
Shatter the bone and spit in the face
Their blood will be upon them
Are you not entertained?

Like autumn leaves, the colors change
Yet the stain in the vein remains
Like the first first snow
A fresh page
When the dirt thaws
Bury the dead ones
And their old ways

The phage won't wipe away
Sickle to achilles, past the gates of the depraved
Shatter the bone and spit in the face
Their blood will be upon them
Are you not entertained?

Their Blood Will be Upon Them

I feel the fire dancing on my skin
Flickering faster, the ritual begins
She's bending over the pyre, body and soul

I feel the call to void
She's splitting atoms whole
The witch of flame, I kiss her lips and taste the ashes
I've always loved the smell of matches

Rapture
Kill all the masters
They say we're cutting corners
We're just moving faster

Curvature, beyond their incompetence
The apex, vertex, drowning in the tarpits
The world that we deserve will never be eclipsed
Are you not entertained?

(Are you not entertained?)

I feel the fire dancing on my skin
Flickering faster, the ritual begins

I feel the fire dancing on my skin
Flickering faster, the ritual begins
She's bending over the pyre, body and soul
Shatter the bone and spit in the face
Their blood will be upon them
Their blood will be upon them
Are you not entertained?