"the peons ask me questions
i speak out the side of my mouth
the truth is not for these tiny people
i'm ordained, not elected"
i've had about enough of your theocratic paradigms
fuck your new world order and your narcissistic grand designs
if you want your god to rule then he owes us one reply
why does he turn a blind eye while you sponsor genocide?
"my mistakes have become holy
my scandal without sin
i know i can do anything
the proof is in my power"
you can wash your hands but the blood remains on parted lips
i will not abide by your subterfuge and honor fifths
i will call you out as you roast me on your fire spits
you'll be roasting with me you self-righteous hypocrites
if you're the new chosen then call me your prophet
the emperor's naked and so are his subjects
crimes are not sanctioned by virtue of office
i don't give a damn who breaks out in stigmata
so it goes
stop raping my country, now everyone knows
Seattle’s Laden captures the storm and stress of the greatest, grimmest post-metal, crafting songs from 20-megaton riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 29, 2022