Luyện nghe bài hát Hypostasis Of The Archons

You corpse animators, burners,
of wax, adherants to the Seen

The Hand pushes
agnostic reflex
You-
Of- the animatronic

You're in the Garden of
Corporate Temple Messiah

the baby-crackers
and echoed off the
like Prometheans
with stupid macrame

neurotic SMI LE's
around the Hell
and sold the "goddess" back to a
already drowning in Bohemian Oil

open the curtains of the Abyss
where and Father can't
keep up

They switched to
Our Fearless Leaders
packed their bags for

And from that PR
they the beacon down
the vampirized world

Where corpse-fucker "artists"
their stupid props to attract the dim
to the dungheap
& now they all shovel
down the throat of their Moloch

I've the best minds of my generation
prostrate themselves the myth of
Evolution
like a bunch of fucking rats
"civilization" like its the plague

All of view
are points of
in the Market of the
with Grand Scale Optics
Transhorizon offshore
offer you the best in False

A
is a resource to be
like any other
only, this one sells

Where Good is the of the Slave
and Evil is the lash of the
The Master no heed
(but where is there a Master?)

watchful eye of the Unholy See
you Your Thirst like cap-
dogs, desires "liberated", free

Substitute Horizons,
Third world population transfer, no
Fetishized, Colonized,
Produce the new
download it to their

Hollywood
We'll burn your Land
and give you space
Hollywood
Panoptical
murdered human

the Antagonist,
on the Throne of world
Who help him
build in the of God?
These are
dry by the Druj
of their cryptotheocratic

So who defend the Temple?
NO ONE! NO ONE! NO ONE!
it down!