The emanation of our creation
From the ineffable came a spawn whose womb bore the warden of our prison
This horrendous entity bastardized the fabric of reality

From the bowels of the mind it spewed forth
Archons of depravity
Then cast constellations across the veil
Forging the boundaries that would become our cosmic cell

Born into the garden of earthly delights
Bound by the shackles of nescience
Deliverance another lie from the deity of falsities

The seven sins of the father are sown upon the flesh of the son
And with their sacred gnosis forgotten
They will revel in darkness with no hope for absolution

The moment that the fruit of gnosis graced our lips
We beheld truths unseen
Abandoning the Elysian fallacy
Entrapment exponential
We are confined to this shell within a cell

This material realm's inherently flawed as the God who willed it into existence
The divine spark within our hearts, ripe for harvest
Our souls exist as its subsistence

Succumbing to excess, we are endlessly
Obsessed with false prophets, comfort and status
Despite our potential we're paralyzed between
The nexus of being and becoming

Spreading our caustic seed across the soil
To bare the fruit of rotted wombs
Ignominious gestation
Insidious de-evolution

The seven sins of the father are sown upon the flesh of the son
And with their sacred gnosis forgotten
They will revel in ignorance with no hope for absolution

This sacred knowledge withers
With each passing generation
Every cycle of reincarnation

Vices like vines bind us to
A new garden of delusion
One of our own creation
Sightless and spineless we fall into line
The blind leading the blind