Unconscious, unmoving
The masses multiply
This fabric unwoven
That binds this fragile pact
Complacent, uncaring
Each patsy pulls the next
All preaching, repeating
The rules their masters set

A feral future
For feral minds
A feral future
An epitaph for end times

They foment their fictions
An ice age of the mind
Embattled, embedded
Their victims tow the line
We siphon these sermons
As servants for their ends
So wake up and swallow
These truths self-evident

Suffer, obey, pray and buy
They lie to us all
Right through their teeth
From forked tongues

So tell me what is freedom
Ordained by God
This land is timeless
Not something bound in law
So they can keep their cities
And doom cult fates
We'll exit on where Sun, wind and water rule the day

This is our future
This is our feral dawn
This is our future
Far from their eschaton

This is our future
This is our feral dawn
This is our future
A refuge when all hope is gone