Vampyrouss - "Within Conspiring Minds" [Barely (A)Live Rehearsal]
Lyrics:
Secret sects are formed by the power craving kind
Fleeing from their failings, finding comfort in denial
This benighted growing swarm a cult of the blind leading the blind
Flocking into further fantasy converting fools into their tribe…
"Bow to the King, kiss the ring
Bathe in a deeper meaning
And thus become a God, the knowledge sought
Was always yours for the taking
You behold the truth, that so few knew
Watch the layers peeling
Follow and you will thrive, become the hive
A faithful soldier in the making..."
Throne to the wolves
The howls of umbrageous obedience
Now bowing to a different master
Doused in a fresh coat of ignorance
Unsustainable
These tall tales, mere whispers on the wind
Catching plausibility once in a while
You start to see the mounting gaps in between
You found out how the product is made
Assessed the man behind the curtain
And now, betrayed, with a reddened face
You’re set free still you remain unchanged
To save face with those who warned you away
Unable to admit that you were deceived
Now bound between a rock and a hard place
You double down and bite the hand that feeds...
...YOU!
Whilst each “revelation” turns to ash
The congregation still bow to pray
Hoping it wasn’t all completely for nought
That the trust was not misplaced
Yet even with the torch extinguished
The facts seem unbearable to face
The swollen sting of being swindled
That plummeting fall from grace!
Each time logic thwarts them and belittles their assertions
This quicksand cult mentality provides perpetual motion
The plague of paranoia spreads with no sign of decline
Rearing minacious content within conspiring minds...
Lyrics & Music by Kazraine Maars.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ugb8m9us6ns
Lyrics:
Secret sects are formed by the power craving kind
Fleeing from their failings, finding comfort in denial
This benighted growing swarm a cult of the blind leading the blind
Flocking into further fantasy converting fools into their tribe…
"Bow to the King, kiss the ring
Bathe in a deeper meaning
And thus become a God, the knowledge sought
Was always yours for the taking
You behold the truth, that so few knew
Watch the layers peeling
Follow and you will thrive, become the hive
A faithful soldier in the making..."
Throne to the wolves
The howls of umbrageous obedience
Now bowing to a different master
Doused in a fresh coat of ignorance
Unsustainable
These tall tales, mere whispers on the wind
Catching plausibility once in a while
You start to see the mounting gaps in between
You found out how the product is made
Assessed the man behind the curtain
And now, betrayed, with a reddened face
You’re set free still you remain unchanged
To save face with those who warned you away
Unable to admit that you were deceived
Now bound between a rock and a hard place
You double down and bite the hand that feeds...
...YOU!
Whilst each “revelation” turns to ash
The congregation still bow to pray
Hoping it wasn’t all completely for nought
That the trust was not misplaced
Yet even with the torch extinguished
The facts seem unbearable to face
The swollen sting of being swindled
That plummeting fall from grace!
Each time logic thwarts them and belittles their assertions
This quicksand cult mentality provides perpetual motion
The plague of paranoia spreads with no sign of decline
Rearing minacious content within conspiring minds...
Lyrics & Music by Kazraine Maars.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ugb8m9us6ns
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