WHITE AS THEY COME
As white as they come
I feel pretty dumb
They’re all better than me
I think we agree
I was born with no soul

But I’m in control
Of the worlds destiny
I’m white as can be

Afraid to die, afraid to answer why
Afraid to be, afraid to act like me, or like me

As white as they come
I act pretty dumb
You know better than me
I’m sure we agree
I’m as white as the pope
You can see there’s no hope
Now why would I lie?
We’re all gonna die

An empty shell, an empty heart as well
A burnt out light, a void that swallows life, swallows life

KILLING OF KINGS

I carried the tears right from your eyes
Rock & Roll is a thing that needs to die
Practice room L.A., Here in Manchester USA
I hope you see right through my thin disguise
Give ‘em cigarettes, blindfold their eyes
For those about to rock, we salute you
Honesty doesnt fly the kite anymore
Emptiness doesnt float the boat anymore
Nihilism is fake, so the cutie pie cuts the cake
Punk rock is the easiest place to hide

Acting stoned don’t make you immune anymore
Or acting smart, by talking shit after fucking whores
Rock & Roll is a thing that needs to die
I hope you can see right through my thin disguise
Rock & Roll is a thing that needs to

EXTERMINATING ANGEL

I am Whore and Holy One
Here to destroy everyone
Harvest Moon and Evil Eye
Behind me the Sun does die

He has established the Darkness
And he has established the Light
Who was it that planted you here
When you were a seed of power?

Sprout or cower into nothingness
All is punishment and sepulchur
Learn, there is only one way
To exist after the Elements

Stand Up
Why do you think that you like?
Stand Up
Or rot there you motherfucking worm.

The Watchers sent the winds for your strength
But you bury your head back in earth
Coward you fall to your knees
Before your ‘holy’ delusions…

Did you think that you would survive
The transition from belief to the Real?
By choosing such a ‘life’ over death
You forsake the True Conversion

You who tremble in fear
At the signatures of the Nephelim
Prepare to meet your God
For you know nothing of Him

Stand Up
Why do you think that you live?
Stand Up
Or die there you motherfucking worm.

THE HYPOSTASIS of the ARCHONS

You corpse animators, charcoal burners,
moulders of wax, adherents to the Seen

The Black Hand pushes
Your – agnostic reflex
You – automatons
Of – the animatronic sham
You’re planted in the Garden of
Earthly Corporate Temple Messiah

the baby-crackers boomed
and echoed off the Bardo
like half-assed Prometheans
with stupid macrame crowns

Saran-wrapped neurotic SMILE’s
arounf the Vajra Hell
and sold the “goddess” back to a world
already drowing in Bohemian Snake Oil

Draw open the curtains of the Abyss
where Mother and Father can’t
keep up appearances

They switched to Merck-Amphetamines
Our Fearless Leaders have
packed their bags for Babel

And from that PR tower
they shine the beacon down
upon the vampirized world

Where corpse-fucker “artists” back-engineer
their stupid props to attract the dim sparks
back to the dungheap
& now they all shovel shit
down the throat of their beloved Moloch

I’ve watched the best minds of my generation
prostrate themselves before the myth of
Progressive Evolution
like a bunch of fucking dressed up rats
spreading “civilisation” like it’s the plague

All points of view
are points of sale
in the Market of the Visible
Equipped with Grand Scale Optics
Transhorizon offshore nations
offer you the best in False Frontiers

A pseudo-individual
is a resource to be mined
like any other product
only, this one sells itself

Where Good is the Harness of the Slave
and Evil is the lash of the Overseer
The Master takes no heed
( but where is there such a Master? )

Under watchful eye of the Unholy See
you Obey Your Thirst like
captive dogs, desires “liberated”, free

Substitute Horizons, full-screen
Third world population transfer, no need
Fetishized, Colonized, free
Produce thenew location
download it to their screen

Hollywood Triumphant
We’ll burn your Holy Land
and give you virtual space
Hollywood Triumphant
Panoptical Surveillance
murdered human race

Behold the Antagonist
on the Throne of this world
Who dares help him
build in the House of God?
These mortifyers are
sucked dry by the Druj
of their cryptotheocratic nightmares

So who will defend the Temple?
NO ONE! NO ONE! NO ONE!
Burn it down!

WELCOME TO THE THEATRON ANIMATRONIQUE

Arbor Solis et Arbor Lunae curse of God rains down forming two great seas
Now the king and Queen bathe in Mercury because it kills everything

Contra Naturum, Mors Philosophorum let the blood clot ’round sanguinary stone
Who dares block path on the journey home? Pharaoh let my people go!

Build the Temple high
so the world can see
build the Adytum
and the Sanctuary
then adorned with gold
at the Temple feast
and hang the Temple Priests

And the Angels fall
and the Demons rise
Sons of Hermes born
of the Eagle Eye
show the holograms
to their sightless eyes
so that they might become Wise

who can look past
the hypocrites
who desecrate the Truth?
The Chosen and Saved
pretending with their slaves
to rejoice in Work complete

who can see past
the “philosophers”
who have denied the Truth?
More cowardly than slaves
all lusting for their graves
they know not what they do
who can see past the Lies?
the Lies! Lies! Lies!