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PSYCHOTOGEN LYRICS
"The Calculus of Evil" (2003)
1. Might is Right
2. Den of Wolves
3. Poison Sleep
4. The Gilded Slave
5. Descending
6. Thy Will Be Done
7. Psychotogen II
8. Lying In Wait
9. All Guns Blazing (bonus track)
1. Might is Right
In the day I hide in darkest places, to run away from the blinding light. A heavy shroud covers all my reasoning, the actions justify might is right? But who cares? And who dies? What deceiver tries to hide his lies...
A token promise seals the slyest offer, the colors running red into black. A heavy fist hammers down... Sign it! What have we lost. Digging. Ditches deeper. Promise. Promise nothing. Liars. Reap the profits.
A token promise seals the slyest offer, the colors running red into black. A heavy fist hammers down the willful. Kill all the patrons as they turn their backs. But who cares? And who dies? When the profits flow might is right!
A soiled banner flying high above them. Waving freely for the blood they've shed. Dealing death for their figure head... Dying. Slowly dying. Painful. Pain is pleasure. Dealing. Deal the onset. Slaving. Bred conformist.
A soiled banner flying high above them. Waving freely for the blood they've shed. All the patriots called to arms, dealing death for their figure head. But who cares? And who dies? No one questions when the smile's right.
Who gives a fuck when you have your freedom, just pay attention and move when you're told. Don't expect a quick death... Sign it! What have we lost. Digging. Ditches deeper. Promise. Promise nothing. Liars. Reap the profits
2. Den of Wolves
Belie this, false confess, third eye will see the victim. The stalking, the hunting, the grounds will stain with blood. Unknowing, not showing, my motives lie beneath them. To capture, to conquer, their body is my splendor. The weeping, of virgins, their cries excite my rage. But too late, is their fate, their souls will go to hell. My offering, his pleasing, I love to see the suffering.
God, this soul I do deny...watch it burn in hell.
God, their flesh is mine defiled...watch her burn in hell.
The waking, the hours, at night I lay awake. My visions, horrific, the pain would stimulate. The carving, the tearing, mapping the flesh with steel. Invoking, my demons, releasing all the hatred. Their suffering, their crying, the lovely sounds intriguing! The dying, the hiding, their flesh entwined with soil. Forever, together, in hell we'll meet again...
Soul-less, crying, dying... rip, cut, torn, bleed. Cry, weep, sigh, bleed. Burning, scaring, searing... flesh, rips, chars, feeds. Soul-less, crying, dying... cuts, rips, tears, bleeds...
3. Poison Sleep
4. The Gilded Slave
I'm the privileged chosen... (left in) the fallen realm. Shackles binding all of my dreams, all of my pride. What must we do... this social stigma. Our fathers, taught us the way, taught us to die!
Slaves now gilded... branding of the sign. Shackles binding, all of my dreams, all of my pride. Why can't I die!? Born free and live again. Our father's taught us the their ways, taught us to die... taught us to die...
Don't claim to write the scripture. These pages bleed forever. I never will remember...of a time to come when we can rise...
The branding scars the promise - the promise - the anger. Our anger fuels the fire - the fire - burns higher.
Conformists claim an answer. White sheep they are a cancer. I never will remember...of a time to come when we will rise...
The branding scars the promise - the promise - the anger. Our anger fuels the fire - the fire - burns higher.
Free to come and live again! What's become of me, sad are all my dreams, what we'll never see.
Promise the wealth in your lies...dying to break from the strife... Breaking the popular trend...bitter, the flavor that's in
(spoken word) The privileged chosen... the fallen realm. Shackles binding all of my dreams, all of my pride. What must we do... this social stigma. Our fathers, taught us the way, taught us to die!
Slaves now gilded... branding of the sign. Shackles binding, all of my dreams, all of my pride.
Don't claim to write the scripture. These pages bleed forever. I never will remember...of a time to come when we will rise...
The branding scars the promise - the promise - the anger. Our anger fuels the fire - the fire - burns higher.
5. Descending
We are... descending upon all men.
Torn souls... praying upon their sins.
Results... imbalanced greed, good as dead.
I am... the slayer of which they've read.
Their souls... gilded laws make them slaves.
Question... the path for which you make.
A parasite, on which we hide, another dies. Your lost life, this time of strife, the plague breeds. A mortal life, from which we hide, we never see. The fools believe, too late to see, the end has come. Proclaim the one, or fallen son, we take their hand. The prophets sung, with hymns of blood, the visions came. Descend the throne, I cast the stone, fulfill the end.
Descending death we taste it... All their efforts wasted!
Pain glared through the light, man was born to fight. They came to see, descend upon. Caressing greed, compassion gone. Their empty souls, who need reprieve. The bloody swords, were never sheathed. The blood was spilled and the child's dead. Upon the book from which the angels read. It was too late for the reaper's toll. He came upon and bestowed his own. Their weary souls were begot with greed, it was their Hell, inadvertently seeked. Sadness I have seen, gilded slaves are we.
A parasite, on which we hide, another dies!
Descending death we taste it... All their efforts wasted!
6. Thy Will Be Done
Riots come, thy will must be done! I am, the fallen one who must berate you! The fall, of his plan. The ones, who cash in on the chains that bind you! This time, we shall prevail, for our souls must be fucking set free!
Thy will... be done. The end has come for the righteous. Our war... is now to raise our fists up! This is, the slime of corruption's grasp to undermine us all... die or stand tall.
People learn, of their sad, slaving lives... but too late, for them to change the greed which chains them! Break free, from the heard. Black sheep, you lead the rising to dethrone them! This is the quiet, strike - which will bring down all the corporate blood farms.
I don't want to see it and don't fucking want it. (I don't want it)
Can't I just be free, leave the shame upon it. (shame upon it)
Set the spirit free, greed has made me blind (am I blind?)
Wasted days, all my youth - am I to late to save... my life!?
Riots come, thy will must be done! I am, the fallen one who must berate you! The fall, of this plan. The ones, who cash in on the chains that bind you! This time, we shall prevail, for our souls must be fucking set free!
Thy will... be done. The end has come for the righteous. Our war... is now to raise our fists up! This is, the slime of corruption's grasp to undermine us all... die or stand tall....
7. Psychotogen II
8. Lying In Wait
Lying. In wait I calculate my prey. They'll never see the light of day. The tortured suffering of their screams. My twisted mine perverse...lie in wait life to take so I break my will to restrain...over my righteous twisted mind. I can't deny the impulse... break the chain there's no shame I can live but you'll all die...again!
Signs. Numbers that carve a bloody clue. The markings justify my rage. Hidden plots the victims died. But you can't read my lies...On the lines clues to find mark-ings drawn point where they...suffered!
Lying (Lying) Dying (dying) Break their will.
Hiding (hiding) killing (killing) people are animals.
Feeding (feeding) Blood lust (blood lust) rape their soul.
Peeling (peeling) fleshless (fleshless) Make their skin my last sin.
Writing (writing) carving (carving) seal the pact.
Searching (searching) finding (finding) letters that complicate, symbols they will frustrate.
Lying. In wait I calculate my prey. They'll never see the light of day. The tortured suffering of their screams. My twisted mine perverse...lie in wait life to take so I break my will to restrain...over my righteous twisted mind. I can't deny the impulse. Break the chain there's no shame I can live but you'll all die...again!
Lying (Lying) Dying (dying) Break their will.
Hiding (hiding) killing (killing) people are animals.
Feeding (feeding) Blood lust (blood lust) rape their soul.
Peeling (peeling) fleshless (fleshless) Make their skin my last sin.
Writing (writing) carving (carving) seal the pact.
Searching (searching) finding (finding) letters that complicate, symbols they will frustrate.
9. All Guns Blazing (bonus track)
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