Hypostasis Of The Archons

You corpse animators, charcoal burners,
 moulders of wax, adherants to the Seen
 The Black Hand pushes
 Your- agnostic reflex
 You- automatons
 Of- the animatronic sham
 You're planted in the Garden of
 Earthly Corporate Temple Messiah
 the baby-crackers boomed
 and echoed off the Bardo
 like half-assed Prometheans
 with stupid macrame crowns
 Saran-wrapped neurotic SMI LE's
 around the Vajra Hell
 and sold the "goddess" back to a world
 already drowning in Bohemian Snake Oil
 Draw open the curtains of the Abyss
 where Mother and Father can't
 keep up appearances
 They switched to Merck-Amphetamines
 Our Fearless Leaders have
 packed their bags for Babel
 And from that PR tower
 they shine the beacon down
 upon the vampirized world
 Where corpse-fucker "artists" back-engineer
 their stupid props to attract the dim sparks
 back to the dungheap
 & now they all shovel shit
 down the throat of their beloved Moloch
 I've watched the best minds of my generation
 prostrate themselves before the myth of
 Progressive Evolution
 like a bunch of fucking dressed-up rats
 spreading "civilization" like its the plague
 All points of view
 are points of sale
 in the Market of the Visible
 Equipped with Grand Scale Optics
 Transhorizon offshore nations
 offer you the best in False Frontiers
 A pseudo-individual
 is a resource to be mined
 like any other product
 only, this one sells itself
 Where Good is the Harness of the Slave
 and Evil is the lash of the Overseer
 The Master takes no heed
 (but where is there such a Master?)
 Under watchful eye of the Unholy See
 you Obey Your Thirst like cap-
 tive dogs, desires "liberated", free
 Substitute Horizons, full-screen
 Third world population transfer, no need
 Fetishized, Colonized, free
 Produce the new location
 download it to their screen
 Hollywood Triumphant
 We'll burn your Holy Land
 and give you virtual space
 Hollywood Triumphant
 Panoptical Surveillance
 murdered human race
 Behold the Antagonist,
 on the Throne of this world
 Who dares help him
 build in the House of God?
 These mortifyers are
 sucked dry by the Druj
 of their cryptotheocratic nightmares
 So who will defend the Temple?
 NO ONE! NO ONE! NO ONE!
 Burn it down!