Bones in the Gears

Corporate lies behind sinister smiles. The dead walk amongst us in abject denial. Force-fed disease, corruption and sin. You sleep with Belial, you dance with the Jinn.

Poisoned by comfort, bred to obey. Eyes glued to idols that rot and decay. Truth is a threat they silence with chains. March to the rhythm of invisible pain.

Hollowed by doctrine, drained of all will. Addicted to progress, programmed to kill. Empires built on the backs of the weak. Peace is a product they peddle to sheep.

Blood in the soil, bones in the gears. History rewritten by profit and fear. Saints turned to serpents behind closed doors. Preach love and forgiveness, then fund the wars.

Digital shepherds lead flocks to the pit. Craving the cage, they tighten the bit. You praise your captors, blind and devout. Worship the silence, and crucify doubt.

Mirrors are cracked, reflections don't lie. The beast wears a badge and suits and ties. Flesh turns to dust beneath blackened skies. Your gods are the reason the innocent die.

Whispers in tongues the prophets deny a voice in the void, too loud to die. One by one, the veils burn thin. And justice crawls through bloodstained skin.

This is the fall of your paper crown. The reckoning rolls, it won’t back down. Ashes will speak when the liars choke. We are the fire, we are the smoke.

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