Protal - The Politician Lyrics

Beguiled by my own tactics I begin to crawl
Into the mouth of my own spawn
His smile recalls the putrid stench
Of countless carcasses
High-piled subordinates

Defiler of my own imagining
Blessed by the spite of the unthinking
I seek only the salvation promised to me
We've grown so tired of waiting

Erected in the wake of confusion
You're among my most potent illusions

I ready my senses
To face self-made consequences
It will be some time before my vengeance
Is realized by the ones that I've subjected

Mother of all that is respected
I am anathema to the ingested

We've grown so tired of waiting

I ready my senses
To face self-made consequences
It will be some time before my vengeance
Is realized by the ones that I've subjected