Jolly McJollyson
01-31-2006, 01:53 PM
Ok, here's something I just came up with
Smoke and mirrors
Preyin' on fears
Appeal to the basest and most vile careers
The snake rears its head and exposes its hood
The eyes imprinted there just like petrified wood
Stone
Cold and alone
Seers through your flesh and yet chills the bone.
The anger wells up and fills your hollow body
And you call yourself a prophet, vengeful illuminati.
Fangs, leave your body numb
A poison binds your muscles and strikes your mouth dumb
Yet you see
You hear the plea
A thousand million voices cry out to be set free
And your muscles relax
The poison sinks back
To the one place it had truly sought to attack
It flows into your mind, with a cool flood of evil
And with quiet calculation it begins to deceive you
The ignorance, it makes you think with a sneer
These voices just don't know exactly what they should hear.
Confused,
Alone and abused,
Come before your people for they know not to choose.
And now the mercury begins to ooze through your veins
Your mind a monarchy over which delusions will reign.
You see the chains of bondage, thousands of years old
Your mind echoes a time where man could be bought and sold
Resonating hatred
Rage never abated
And intelligence is only used for what it was fated
To be; you've succumbed to the cobra,
Its vile poison sweet in its deceptive aroma.
You listen to its voice, an angelic sonority
Realize not, o deceived, that fallen angels are angels, surely
Sink further your people into the mire
Allow your hatred to promote man's basest desires
Greed and corruption, let it come to your child
And your childrens' children, a plague spreading wild
And those you try to save will accept your salvation
Your prophecies will sound on every radio station
And your voice will be heard, though long ago turned
Until your neighborhoods of youth are blackened out and burned
Charred wreckage, that cannot be salvaged
Is this what you had in mind when you constructed your palace?
Smoke and mirrors
Preyin' on fears
Appeal to the basest and most vile careers
The snake rears its head and exposes its hood
The eyes imprinted there just like petrified wood
Stone
Cold and alone
Seers through your flesh and yet chills the bone.
The anger wells up and fills your hollow body
And you call yourself a prophet, vengeful illuminati.
Fangs, leave your body numb
A poison binds your muscles and strikes your mouth dumb
Yet you see
You hear the plea
A thousand million voices cry out to be set free
And your muscles relax
The poison sinks back
To the one place it had truly sought to attack
It flows into your mind, with a cool flood of evil
And with quiet calculation it begins to deceive you
The ignorance, it makes you think with a sneer
These voices just don't know exactly what they should hear.
Confused,
Alone and abused,
Come before your people for they know not to choose.
And now the mercury begins to ooze through your veins
Your mind a monarchy over which delusions will reign.
You see the chains of bondage, thousands of years old
Your mind echoes a time where man could be bought and sold
Resonating hatred
Rage never abated
And intelligence is only used for what it was fated
To be; you've succumbed to the cobra,
Its vile poison sweet in its deceptive aroma.
You listen to its voice, an angelic sonority
Realize not, o deceived, that fallen angels are angels, surely
Sink further your people into the mire
Allow your hatred to promote man's basest desires
Greed and corruption, let it come to your child
And your childrens' children, a plague spreading wild
And those you try to save will accept your salvation
Your prophecies will sound on every radio station
And your voice will be heard, though long ago turned
Until your neighborhoods of youth are blackened out and burned
Charred wreckage, that cannot be salvaged
Is this what you had in mind when you constructed your palace?