From wretched masses you seek refuge
They'd but drudgery to fill their days
But living behind your tall iron fence
Indeed you're a greater slave than they
Reaction is inevitable
It has happened in every age
Desperation builds till it explodes
To free you from your gilded cage
Without mysticism you supposed
there would be no day of reckoning
Mob judged by their own unwritten code
Now cruel harvester is beckoning
They built this shaving mill
to execute the people's will
Now heads roll and blood spill
Runoff from the shaving mill
Mankind works by the laws of nature
The mob ungulates like waves from heat
But this is no mirage before you
as you trudge forward on tired feet
Jeers descend from ev'ry direction
So many years they stored up their hate
To be an object of mockery
Was their lot; now it's become your fate
Without mysticism you supposed
there would be no day of reckoning
Mob judged by their own unwritten code
Now cruel harvester is beckoning
They built this shaving mill
to execute the people's will
Now heads roll and blood spill
Runoff from the shaving mill
In fevered sweat violently awake
Just a dream was your reckoning day
Perhaps time left to build your police state
but it's easier to change your ways
Friday, December 13, 2013
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Angel of Death
To Earth we fell
to reap it well
took an Eden
Rendered it to hell
We made up reasons
to give up innocence
So clean and sterile
that nothing lives within
Angel of Death
I see his face in the mirror
Couldn't see before
but the my vision looms clearer
We tried new orders
In myth we have reveled
Search for something more
on the quantum level
Where's this soul
Where's goodness of heart
Shining beacon light
We split atoms apart
Angel of Death
I see his face in the mirror
The vision is plain
Mission completion is nearer
We comfort ourselves
with elaborate lies
Pretend there's a light
we can't see with our eyes
Separate from the beasts
In evil we found meaning
Civilization our name
for entropy increasing
Angel of Death
your only power's decision
now that the vision is plain
time to abandon your mission
to reap it well
took an Eden
Rendered it to hell
We made up reasons
to give up innocence
So clean and sterile
that nothing lives within
Angel of Death
I see his face in the mirror
Couldn't see before
but the my vision looms clearer
We tried new orders
In myth we have reveled
Search for something more
on the quantum level
Where's this soul
Where's goodness of heart
Shining beacon light
We split atoms apart
Angel of Death
I see his face in the mirror
The vision is plain
Mission completion is nearer
We comfort ourselves
with elaborate lies
Pretend there's a light
we can't see with our eyes
Separate from the beasts
In evil we found meaning
Civilization our name
for entropy increasing
Angel of Death
your only power's decision
now that the vision is plain
time to abandon your mission
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- J. Dominic Fisher
- "Government is instituted for the common good; for the protection, safety, prosperity, and happiness of the people; and not for the profit, honor, or private interest of any one man, family, or class of men: Therefore the people alone have an incontestible unalienable, and indefeasible right to institute government; and to reform, alter, or totally change the same, when their protection, safety, prosperity, and happiness require it." -- Constitution of Massachusettes (1780)