Paradigm (典范) - Arkaik
Deceit disease decline this virus contradicting reason and theology
Contrasting ideologies fuel the vehemence through the imaginations of humankind
They are a part of the same feral beast
Whose venom drips from ivory fangs
Waiting to rend the vacillating mind
Her feast is our collapse incarnate
This succubus sits perched on a throne of misconceptions
She lies in a stagnant pool of spiritual afterbirth
Pregnant with deception she spreads her wings
As we receive her miscarriages willingly
The abscesses of human thought grow
As she rapes her mind of it's reason
Hope faith hypocrisy rebellion
Contorted into lifestyle distortions
Are the spawn that become her paradigm abortions
She feeds her dead offspring to the masses
Holy men and counter culture
Both convulse in hunger reduced to pains of famine
They will tell you
Who to worship and advise you who to hate
You have become the canvas upon which they scrape their paint
All paths of logic lead to some form of light
Needle feast hemorrhages try to rip reason from insight
Clots from the womb pour forth with tides of delusion
We have become lost in a sea of illusion
There is a path of light for those
Who aren't blinded by the lies that their fed
There are still minds
In which logic and the divine have not departed
From malignant tongues forked in abhorrence
Their odium seeps piercingly into the common rationality
Kneel to the snake kneel to the stake either side breeds filth
Seek the knowledge you wish to gain and
Think for your f**king self
The wonder in the unknown
The infinite
Scraped away by clawed hands in jagged grip
Perceive the sacrifice of common sense staked
Ways of thought that disguise true meaning
Deceiving distractions seizing our eyes and our minds
Leaving shrouds of divinity
Bleeding us of our foresight
Leaving origins cauterized
These inconsistencies of thought
Shall reap their stench and tear us under
As we rot in withered tatters decayed
Within mounds of ruin
Beyond these paradigms of hypocrisy
For reason and insight are locked away
In the enveloping patterns of destiny
Are the spawn that become her paradigm abortions
She feeds her dead offspring to the masses
Holy men and counter culture
Shall reap their stench and tear us under
As we rot in withered
Tatters decayed within to the holy mounds of ruin
We must ascend beyond these paradigms of hypocrisy
For reason and insight are locked away
Before your patterns of destiny