Husariae - A War Against The War Against Beauty

One shot makes you free again, two shots make you crawl
Three to make your heart stop, yeah that's the protocol
Line up for bread and circus, line up for slaughterhouse
Line up for master science, laboratory mouse
False prophets have arisen, a dirge of pathogenic doom
Pharmakeia's spawn from a psych-op-adelic womb
Who would breathe the air must always guard his breath
Who would live forever must ever flee from death

Minds within the headset, hands within the gloves
The inner space - the Brave New World
Minds within the headset, hands within the gloves
The last frontier - a Brave New World

One doc cuts your manhood off, a second augmentates your breasts
A third doc shrinks your head, yeah, cause The Science knows best
Line up for pod-living, line up for protein worms
Line up for owning nothing but a constant fear of germs
The muses and the singers make odes to masturbation
The shepherds and the priests the same emasculation
The zenith of your life, a blend of pixels and security
Loyalty to the Beast, the mark of social justice purity

Minds within the headset, hands within the gloves
The inner space - the Brave New World
Minds within the headset, hands within the gloves
The last frontier - a Brave New World

Tongues of snakes they whisper lies
Deluded minds hear just the things they want to hear
And here we are, yeah, such a long way from home
And all we've got is a war against the war against beauty

Been down this road too many times
A trail of wreckage follows wandering promises
May the bloodied heel, yeah, finally crush the head
Cause all we've got is a war against the war against beauty

Written by:
Chris Walega, Michael Paul, Jr

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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