Come forth
Beckoned kin and those of solemn ill
Toy soldiers, vessels of the most eager will
So long balanced on the margins of chaos
Sickness of thought
Kept in circles of the mind while your spirit rots
Hearken this subliminal symphony
Soaring notes of a whispered cacophony
Follow forth as I voice an opera of destruction
Distorted synapse, impulse of vile instruction
Disheartened mass of flesh. My bidding, your compulsion
"No gods. Only resurgence
Masters of fate, our flesh at your service"
Set the world on fire
Patient zero, viral messiah
Reborn as a twisted inversion
Broken down and rebuilt
Cells converted
Pulsing with conformity
Chromosomes written in a pen of urgency
Twisting figures in my image
This is supremacy
Would your very essence speak of lies? Imbibe my flesh and
Forgiveness you'll find
I am progress
I am truth
I am the evolution dormant within you
We shall reclaim the future, rewrite the past
Lost souls will find their salvation at last
Burn your bibles
Destroy your texts
Patient zero, Set the world on fire
We are the viral messiah
The masses gathered at the point of impact
Their wills surrendered but bodies intact
Tendrils of conversion tingle with anticipated ecstacy, a desire to expand, unity is intimacy
No gods
Only resurgence
Masters of fate, our flesh at your service
Twisting and contorting, imitations of movements, merely mimics
Vapid consumption ignorant to the very laws psychics
Docile lambs, immobile but surely their minds shriek
Bodies hypnotized, compelled to bring their flesh to me
Would your very essence speak of lies?
Come forth and only forgiveness you'll find
You will be my progress
You will be my truth
Welcome the evolution dormant within you
Timeless immortal bearing slaves of decaying tissue
I can taste the willingness in the bones that they've misused
No longer will this world know pain, in one heart steady and beating
Given up, self submitted to the cosmic dissension
This was always intended
Before space and time, in the void I reside
I am what's left of the oldest dynasty
Behold: primal singularity
No longer will this world know pain, in one heart, steady and beating
Given up, self submitted to the cosmic dissension
This was always intended