King Lycaon - Offensive

The cancer of our nation
The communal disease
The faith in constellations
Lead by clairvoyants
The fattened lords and ladies faint
Feigning need and asking favors
The huddled masses pray
And offer their attention

They will suffer
They'll be the first to meet our vengeance
Our attention will become their pain
When the reckoning is offered
There will be repentance
The retribution will outweigh the fame

What's your price
Your dignity, you horrid creature
What's to gain?
You whore for creature comforts
If it's a game
Why would you choose to play
It's all just an illusion
The least of all
Is the ever present madness

Cast down these idols
They've spent their influence
Cast down these idols
They've spent their influence

Your very presence
Offensive to my senses
Causing pain
Nausea, vomiting
Crawling skin, convulsions
I need prescriptions just to share the air
Abounding tensions
The creeping smell of rot
Clearing illness festers inwards

Cast down these idols
They've spent their influence
Cast down these idols
They've spent their influence

Written by:
JM Campbell

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