Puritan Masochism

You pathetic, worthless subject
 Submission keeps you erect
 Ignorant as you wait
 There are enemies at the gate
 Slaughter the peacocks
 Set fire to the lawns
 Now the Queen shall hang
 You've wasted all your life
 Reclaim it with a knife
 Tear down these castle walls
 Let blood flow in the halls
 Your safe sense of comfort is as warm as an octopus' embrace
 You wallow in the cold sea of puritan masochism
 Go deep into the dungeons. They hold no skepticism
 The sights in there will shock you. Cultists at a mass
 See how they use the kids as human shields to pass
 Pebbles for big rocks
 You tremble as it dawns
 Hits you with a bang
 Come on out
 Play with us
 Come on out
 When you kill the hostess, the spirit slowly dies