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Paradigm

Arkaik

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    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 its 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

    [Chorus:]
    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 fucking 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
    We must ascend beyond these paradigms of hypocrisy
    For reason and insight are locked away in the enveloping patterns of destiny

    [Chorus]

    Composição: Arkaik / Chance Strickland. Essa informação está errada? Nos avise.



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