Psycrology Lyrics - Psycroptic

I watch as you thrash your heads, bowing to a god called metal! 

I hear your excited cries - your shouts as if he is speaking within you 

The army approaches the battle site. 

Sound - versus - auricle. 

The group is surrounded by walls that embrace 

The tumultuous harmony and then fend it off 

into enchanted throng 

waves of hair it crashes - 

onto a grindingshore....valour.... 

We all fear the day a time we hope will be years away 

Inspection of reflection, recession of hair assaults vision 

A balding crown, it meets your eye 

screams ring out as you face the sky 

Only those, who did choose, to grow their locks 

Have this maniacal type trepidation. 

...And when not meeting to receive the aural abuse 

Worship does not end! 

Each devotee has his own eclectic bible 

Some with more volumes than the next 

Many have similar source of inspiration 

Although there are naught that are identical. 

Any of those outside the brotherhood shalt not 

Understand our ways and we should not expect this 

Not until the day when darkness and light are truly one 

This is not bad for we do not need them! 

...Our....will...is...our own... 

We are already in a situation that's inflamed 

mainstream censors 

Fuck you megalomaniacs - we can thrive without you. 

We may not have your money or your health 

But we are free from greed, our intrinsic sociology 

We don't need your money - or input! 

There are many half-breeds who are not enlightened, 

Those who understand but do not love 

Those who see, understand, but do not feel. 

We accept them, and in many cases support those of half-light 

But they shall never visit out inner sanctum. 

This shall be kept so precious, such is the disturbing delight, 

Giving us light when its dark 

helping us to find where our misgivings lie. 

Giving us dreams and support, source of oneiric omniscience 

Helping us challenge each plight 

selecting and directing our precipitous lives. 

......I suffer adrenaline crimes...its metal that makes me so high! 

I scream as I thrash my head, bowing to me god..... 

So....honour - metals - pride!