Dyscarnate An Axe To Grind Lyrics

Insatiable lust for a further deprivation, an exquisite death for those few disgraced
Lashed to the olive branch - dribbling fraudulent compassion
Snatching money for old rope (ripped from round their necks), giving no quarter to a witness sincerity

The mask - will not be consumed
The masses swallow gibberish - sermon after sermon; it takes experience to lecture moronity

Extracting decency to invade with a drug from those devious minds long morally bankrupt
This is the ironic lie
Cultures piled high and razed without repentance
The air becomes hard to breathe
Saving face from the daunting inferno

The mask - will not melt
Is this really distinction, or inconsistent recognition?
Would a handful of corpses satisfy the need of millions?
Cretins observe their subordinates and laugh

With converse optics the truth would be revealed, a circle of enlightenment finally fulfilled
These cosmetics seem more than external

Screens become the mirror - perverse sense of humor
Recycling the formula - the ulterior motive
Genetic engineering with a sinister intent
Chemical diffusion - contaminating air

Twisted reflections starring mutants who amuse
This cross section is riddled with scum

Exaggerating imperfections - the mirror is perverse
These cosmetics are more than external
A greed for sleep so exquisite - so deserved of the disgraced