Sycophants and Obstacles (pagan)

[Darkdale]

The chaos is a farce and wisdom is sparse.
Order is propaganda and peace is impossible.
They spy on us, they convince us to obey,
They make us their workers, so we work as slaves.
The bounty is paid in security, to keep us safe.
Liberty lies with sweetness and force,
Of course, we’re beset by our place in this world,
Overwhelmed with preoccupation.
It’s dishonest and it’s confusing, but the chaos is a farce,
And order is propaganda.

It’s not my fault society is lost in occupation,
There’s no land, no frontier out here. It’s all allotted.
The chaos is just order without reason. It’s retarded.
We’ve been occupied by vacuous ideals, so well regarded.
Order is just chaos in the context of some purpose,
And we’ve proposed to rot the freedom we’ve enclosed,
It rots away in it’s own dubious way, fueled by sycophants and obstacles.
I’m so sick of sycophants and obstacles.
It’s all propaganda.