Scythelord - Earth Boiling Dystopia

Lyrics: Nihilism a marque fashion statement Zeitgeist, come electric christ Eat the corpse of revolution Let us die together in surrounding devolution Hold the hammer, and down the spikes Into the funerary box of humanistic rites You want a future worth fighting for? Your words mean nothing When hyperbole once meant something I spit on the kind that cannot think Individuality, preached the collective I’d laugh if it wasn’t so real Oh we cry without a voice But I now see better than ever Blood in the streets, fire in the sky How much is it worth to justify A fresh new liberty Finances this dogmatic ideology Resist, the meaning can never persist Is this the ideal future you instill? Breaking my mind and bending our will I’m one step now closer to The sky is falling Systems are calling Let me unravel the techno-phobia Into earth boiling dystopia Behold the great heart of Alexander But inside there’s nothing left but a whimper Talk in codes, complacent desire Make the skeptics want to retire Utopia, dystopia, I just cannot wait For this world to immolate Too much of the premium Nourished into delirium A reality stranger than fiction Vomit theocracy steadily worldwide The invisible war leaves me horrified So under their guns, I’ll crawl to the hill As they’ll force me to stand up and kill But the earth stood ablaze for the city of troy Human nature is set to rebuild and destroy Is this the ideal future you instill? They’re breaking my mind and bending our will We’re one step now closer to The sky is falling Systems are calling Let me unravel the techno-phobia Into earth boiling dystopia Its only perspective I try to rationalize But even the air we now seem to ostracize History repeats reads upon stone marble But only in contrasts, we shape this vicious circle For an oasis, we’ll speak no patience Harmony cannot stand on fear As fire now burns the atmosphere Oh come rebirth let it wash away We’re one step closer to a better day BANDCAMP: MERCH: TWITTER: FACEBOOK: CD BABY:
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