Hex
First you get trapped in a holy quagmire
Then you get caught in a violent crossfire
Body flung hung in a fence of barb wire.
Cold in the hold of the evil empire
And 1000 lies can’t recompense
One stolen morsel of evidence
And the truth it isn’t yours to taint
painting the killers to be holy saints.
Manifest
hex, manifesto text-less
Genuflect blessed chanting silent, sexless
Polymorph warped aiming poison thistles
Anonym grim, dropping holy missiles
And we’re blowing up the new frontiers
Taking no prisoners or volunteers
And we’re starting up a new crusade
If you will join us, maybe you’ll be saved.
Sycophant rants in a temple tantrum
Cherry picks verse from the book of phantoms
Staring wet gilled over picket fences
Wrapped in a flag grinning yellow dentures
And the truth is in the eyes of the blind
For the beholder, just beholds the lie
In the dichotomy of untold truths
There starving sovereignty to feed institutes.
And when you can’t atone for all your sins
You would do better to plead ignorance
And even if you sow you cannot reap
For now the shepherds out number the sheep
all lyrics copyright 2005 Damien Youth