1. SLUTS FOR THE SANCTIMONIOUS

A season approaches where a multifold will turn on its better half
Leaving behind a body scandalized
Choosing to go in the way of the world
A collective soul plugged into the self gratifying mainframe
With the newest and latest being its present
See the Lechery in their eyes, for this is the chronic salutation of a slut
Brides no longer captivated by the amiable charms of their first love
Made attention deficit by the neon glow of adult pleasures
O what shall a girl do, with such eye candy
Gaze upon the once loyal faces that now frequent the adrift house
The set apart turned into a Chippendale's
Its attendees lustily gawking over the finest selection of the religiously adorned
Those unabashed to flash their pendulous tassels in view of spiritually suppressed brides
Stimulating their copious fantasies, charming them into fondling what was indecently exposed
Such gratuitous mannerisms parallel a sex addled frame of mind
Pining for the lengthiest members to grant a satisfactory result
A compulsive sowing of the wild oats
Is an exquisite escort guiding you into obsessional covetousness
Boastfully promulgating to all that once you go religious, you don't go back
In efforts to ingrain a sense of lacking upon the wider community of the womanhood
With disreputable persuasion
Causing them to wrongfully cross examine the faultless faithfulness of their groom
Falling victim to the never enough culture
Brides of requital return the eyes of your sisters back to the spouse of their redemption
Speak unto them
Do not hasten yourself to the council of loose women
For a slut will barter away eternal elation and consummated adoration
Just scratch the itch
An itch of
Sanctimonious
Infatuation
Stumbling block


2. CRUEL DISEASE / VITAL MEDICINE

I am disease
I am disease
The disease of still rot

I am disease
The disease of still rot
Wasting away from being pointless

Nothing left to stay for
Worthless
Worthless
Let me be found in my longing
My disease of rot is drowning my existence
I'm standing in place
The earth's continued rotation is my prison

As the demons eat my thoughts of escape
From my rot
My disease

I am not as I seem
My silent screams are the voices of devils
Wretched in their twisted and snake-like visage

Find me
Find me
Find me now
I'm getting too close to my own decay
The stench of disease blots out the light of a new day

I am disease
I am disease
I am still rot

Oh Father
I have reached the pinnacle of rot
Oh Father
I am the dry valley
I am the embodiment of worthlessness

I need the escape
From my hard disease
Find it in Your eternal heart
Please lend me Your hard medicine
Lend me Your hard medicine

The medicine of glory
The medicine of glory
Lend me Your medicine
The medicine of Your glory has found me worthy of a cure
I am free of the snake-like visage
The stench of rot has left me
Thank You for showing me Your glory


3. THE NIHILITY IN MUNDANITY

To what benefit is it to us, when the dawn is welcomed in hell
How can I delight in speaking thus
Rejoice, for yet another morning oblation draws near
May a new layer of blistering pigmentation have its emergence
Live in the recycle
Champion the languishment
The nihility in mundanity
In the fathomless depths of death by sleep
The hellscape at the surface chimes distantly
From unconsciousness, a lulling prayer murmurs forth
O'Yah, let me not ascend from this dreamy submersion
Yet, thy will be done
I ask you this, deem this muted behest notable to thine ear
Divide my soul from its marrow, before the ritualistic summoning
I can't bide to another illumination of the returning reality
Cancerous frailty has metastasized to the bones of my fortitude
I second the voice of that great prophet of old
Why was I born
Was it only to have trouble and misery
To end my life in disgrace
When shall the dread of sunrise slip away
Slip away, like my Hades kissed flesh
When shall I arise to the glorified transfiguration
When shall a new paradigm grace my field of vision
Nihility has flayed my body, shall it also lobotomize both soul and spirit
All that makes a man, shall it too render like fat
And become the smoke of my torment
Awake my child
The age of the tearless prophecy is upon you


4. THE SERVANT KING

The servant king, the living embodiment of such things
Do we know of such a myth
Do we know of such a myth
Do we know of such a legend
Oh you of little faith, he's neither myth nor legend
He is existence, he is truth in a world of lies
Who are we in a world of deceit
Who are we in a world of deceit
Who are we
Who are we
We are the lost
We are the lesser
We are the unworthy
Oh the most beautiful sacrifice has found us
Made us more
He found us worth saving
He found us worth saving
Jesus, the pure light
The only truth
The one willing to die for the...
Jesus, the pure light
The only truth
The one willing to die for the unfaithful
He found us worth saving
The servant king lives
The servant king lives
The servant king lives
The servant king lives
Who are we, who are we
We are the lost
We are the lesser
We are the unworthy
Oh the most beautiful sacrifice has found us
Made us more
He found us worth saving
He found us worth saving
The servant king lives
The servant king lives
Who are we, who are we
We are the lost
We are the lesser
We are the unworthy


5. MAN MADE MESSIAHS

Lean not on your own understanding
Imitation is not always flattery
Glean from this archetype, the figurehead of the Dagon sect
The Vicar of Christ, need I say more of this
Unembellished illustration of divine larceny
I tell you, numerous replacement theologies have already been received
We the people have chosen our cult of personality messiahs
The gods of the silver screen
Those green screening a universe of fabricated marvel
Unscrupulously peddling off scripted miracles to armchair worshippers
In our hormonal fandom
We've passionately knighted dime a dozen pretty boys
With crowns of stolen valor
I say this to our shame
In our star-struck daze
We're ultimately playing a supporting role to the conspirator
It's time to recoup our composure
Stop dancing with the stars
Cease from fan-girl objectifying and marvel not
The lawless one also brings all matter of fallacious marvels
Passing off hell's merchandise as manna from heaven
An unsolicited shot in the dark to get asses in seats at his dog and pony show
Cheap trick tix in exchange for sold souls
Reviews are in and this is my recommendation
Skip the circus act
Attend the wedding party next block over instead
Eternity is being served


6. HOPE ABLAZED

Betrothed to the lord of flies
The chastity of the tares saved only for destruction and self-rape
Watch it burn
...The sweat of thy brow
...Watch it burn

Be witness to new American progressions
Systematic elimination of sensibilities
Hope ablazed
...Opportunity of freedom
To the dogs...
Upon traitorous swine...
Hope is blotted out kindled by assembly line brainwashing
On the altars of history

Unlearned masses mutilate the images of hope
As liberty succumbs to the leprosy of entitlement
Oppression handed out like alms to the needy
Gaze in awe
...See the tares in operation

Hope ablazed

Gaze...upon...him

Lord of the flies

In the promise of instant satisfaction
Within blindness the populace sells out independence for the alms of tyrants

Like prostitutes prowling for the big score
Pimps of corruption gladly partake of the sold body
Defiled
...Vandalized, discarded and used
...But well-pleased by the secular gain
Innocent lost
...Morality auctioned off

Hope ablazed

Gaze...upon...him

Lord of the flies

For what...
For what was it worth it betraying the righteous for the prize of a whore


7. CRIMSON APPARITIONS

Tread wisely, for the countenance of your heart trudges near an uncharted border
It'd be well for you to quell this misguided deviation
A mutinous cohabitation vies for your soul
Heart and hand scheme to enslave you
Quell this rabble, bring thy members to submission
Know this, sin crouches at the door
Like a lion seeking whom it may devour
Why choose the path of most resistance, a misplaced and wandering soul
A delicacy savored by shrubbery phantoms
From the straight and narrow I sense you're straying, do not journey into the nightfall
Cease from petulance, and do not let the horizon darken whilst hell embers
O Cain, what have you done
What's this bloodcurdling symphony that plagues me
O Cain, what have you done
A crimson apparition bellows out a cry against you
Forever cursed is the way of Cain, may the yield of your crop languish
In the emanating hell fire that you've fanned
With memory of your slain
It shall be repulsed

From the chalice of discord, the earth has sipped
Swilling down every drop of its crimson adulteration
In your unwarranted grievance, you've dispossessed the land of its atonement
With its innocence defiled, surely to hunt down its ravisher to the far reaches
Be ye not troubled, for I sheathed your progenitors at their fall
You too shall I hide beneath my wing
Sevenfold will be my vengeance against those that seek to encompass you
Sevenfold, the curse laid against
Sevenfold, the bloodcurdling symphony