Orphan’s Opus

Lyrics

Buried, myopic pretensions. Quickly close the hurried and hopeless intentions. Exposed are the bloody appendages of justice Entrust all our purpose and spirit and riches in these bloody baldheads This is a world-wide thing. 5 billion units of production X amount of hollow corpses with no function but to Eat. Buy. Die, Hate All isms, all states, and all schisms are formed to lock us all in one prison of 3x3 to 10/2 pursuing the hurried path to all ruin As we Eat, Buy, Die, Wake Then Procreate What prey for the predators. Their bloodlust quenched by our regret This frail and crippled, wicked, miser clothed by the veil of ignorance What painful pomp and circumstance. Such self-aggrandized temperament This quasi-regal posturing. Like fodder for the insolent Smash the facade of this infallible God The Horatio Alger amalgam of odd, grim fairy tales and religious remembrance, messianic visions, and slothful decadence Leveraging governance of the mind in our hands. Exhume what's left of the blessed tomb YOUR HIDEOUS LIES ARE CONSUME BY THE EARTH A storied past CREATION OF A FLACID NARCISSIST Anchorage IN FALSE PRETENSES AND TRANSPARENT DREAMS Crimson lips HALLMARKS OF THE GRAND VOMITORIUM Everything's more than simple, a flawless symbol Hedged in this hospice of hope (prose), apostles oppose Franklin and Washington, Grant Jackson a soul. Over and over but yet never again Illegal business controls America To be exact it's illegal practice controls the atlas until it collapses So we Eat, Buy, Die, Hate It's time to wear treason as a badge of honor and declare reason the new flag we honor Or swear by currency that currently is fake So we Eat, Buy, Die, Take Make sure the Markets Open The masses sing an Orphan Opus At least we have Heavy Pockets Did the true Prophets Profit NO JUSTICE WITH MARKETS NO SUBSTANCE WITH PROFITS. OUR TRUSTED, OUR WELFARE. THE PROCESS TO END IT