Fake well wishes
Damned are the vicious
Inferno is your new home
Trapped under the dome of Iago
Spin a web of lies
And deploy all the spies
And muffle a million cries so no one knows
Explanation's simple to appeal to idle symbols of macho
You bail out your friends
And those you can use
No one handout is free unless it's abuse
So weigh out the options
'Cause someone must die
From up in your throne room
Laugh at the thought of low lives
Said off with his head
Off with his head
Nice group effort
Oh so very clever for an ape
Gave it all up to be safe
Brand purchasing brand
And consummating miles of land to rape
Reductive for God's sake
Drowning in tradition
And raising superstition
And threatening men with fission
And feigning affection
Bourgeoise
Take it from me
It's all the same
Apathy
So bail out your friends
And those you can use
Seems everyone gives out their own kind of abuse
Divine decisions
Or so you've been told
So high in the throne room
The stratus is cold
Vengeance awaits for the offenders
So pray they don't wait too long
Icy wounds doled out by better men
And I'm out
So I'll just leave it them
This is all that's left
Confident you were so deft as to not hear me out
Doomed us all to death
Wasted every single breath on putting me down
It comes with ascension
It means your sense must die
To live in a throne room
And put an end to life
You have no more friends
Just people to use
And I can say I've grown accustomed to abuse