Hypostasis Of The Archons Lyrics - Secret Chiefs 3

You corpse animators, charcoal burners, 

moulders of wax, adherants to the Seen 

The Black Hand pushes 

Your- agnostic reflex 

You- automatons 

Of- the animatronic sham 

You're planted in the Garden of 

Earthly Corporate Temple Messiah 

the baby-crackers boomed 

and echoed off the Bardo 

like half-assed Prometheans 

with stupid macrame crowns 

Saran-wrapped neurotic SMI LE's 

around the Vajra Hell 

and sold the "goddess" back to a world 

already drowning in Bohemian Snake Oil 

Draw open the curtains of the Abyss 

where Mother and Father can't 

keep up appearances 

They switched to Merck-Amphetamines 

Our Fearless Leaders have 

packed their bags for Babel 

And from that PR tower 

they shine the beacon down 

upon the vampirized world 

Where corpse-fucker "artists" back-engineer 

their stupid props to attract the dim sparks 

back to the dungheap 

& now they all shovel shit 

down the throat of their beloved Moloch 

I've watched the best minds of my generation 

prostrate themselves before the myth of 

Progressive Evolution 

like a bunch of fucking dressed-up rats 

spreading "civilization" like its the plague 

All points of view 

are points of sale 

in the Market of the Visible 

Equipped with Grand Scale Optics 

Transhorizon offshore nations 

offer you the best in False Frontiers 

A pseudo-individual 

is a resource to be mined 

like any other product 

only, this one sells itself 

Where Good is the Harness of the Slave 

and Evil is the lash of the Overseer 

The Master takes no heed 

(but where is there such a Master?) 

Under watchful eye of the Unholy See 

you Obey Your Thirst like cap- 

tive dogs, desires "liberated", free 

Substitute Horizons, full-screen 

Third world population transfer, no need 

Fetishized, Colonized, free 

Produce the new location 

download it to their screen 

Hollywood Triumphant 

We'll burn your Holy Land 

and give you virtual space 

Hollywood Triumphant 

Panoptical Surveillance 

murdered human race 

Behold the Antagonist, 

on the Throne of this world 

Who dares help him 

build in the House of God? 

These mortifyers are 

sucked dry by the Druj 

of their cryptotheocratic nightmares 

So who will defend the Temple? 

NO ONE! NO ONE! NO ONE! 

Burn it down!