"The Killing Gods" lyrics - MISERY INDEX

Pawn of the undead, tell me
What drives the herd to the altar?
To sing his songs
To kill in the name of the father?
As subjects, seraphic, so mesmerized

Who speaks, from the air
Through words in text-bound fiction?
Aeon, epochs
What binds the flock to these illusions?
Unquestioned, apocryphal, arcanum, so obsolete

Penetrate the myth and artifice

Are we not still brothers, born from flesh alike?
Yet that burden's on your back, handed down through time
Its coil's grip firm, its forked tongue spits
The written word is law, there's 'no god but god,' after all?

The names will change from one nation to the next
Yet one word joins them all, megalomaniacs
Minerva's owl is dead, the zealot's arrow struck
Spiral, spin, logic drifts, into the dusk
Breaking the bread, inquisitors arrive!

Anathema decreed
Duplicity, deceit
Off with their heads, they will say
Embodiment of faith
Riven in disgrace
Off with their heads, just the same
Merciful and kind
Holy and divine
Off with their heads, either way
Sanity and peace
Ever out of reach
Off with their heads, it's too late

No maps point back from this place
When damnation calls, the confessor leads the way

Messengers of god
Cut their throats and praise in rapture

Mental malcontents
Spewing forth fairy tales
History is spent
Carving up the minds of men
Sleepwalk through life
To caskets waiting, open wide
Dead axioms
Binds the past through broken hymns