Xenogenic, XX Unkind
Keepsaking with placating swagger
And swindling spirit.
With a torpid lead,
To the hedonists heaven.
With pulchritudinous propaganda,
Painting anathema with rising red hues.
With flesh feasting hook
And irreverent sinker,
Grave-binding children while
Towing the line.
Verbally meek, that copious pride.
Moving lips of swine.
So smile, and squander.
'Tis only a throne in thought.
Take note: Nothings lost,
But the crime you've forgot.
Oh! Patron Saint of Salt...
An ode to the mock,
To the flattering thought.
Your righteousness is only refuse.
Your somniloquence is out of touch,
Try waking the **** up.
Keepsaking with placating swagger
And swindling spirit.
With a torpid lead,
To the hedonists heaven.
With pulchritudinous propaganda,
Painting anathema with rising red hues.
With flesh feasting hook
And irreverent sinker,
Grave-binding children while
Towing the line.
Verbally meek, that copious pride.
Moving lips of swine.
So smile, and squander.
'Tis only a throne in thought.
Take note: Nothings lost,
But the crime you've forgot.
Oh! Patron Saint of Salt...
An ode to the mock,
To the flattering thought.
Your righteousness is only refuse.
Your somniloquence is out of touch,
Try waking the **** up.