Anarchy Heirarchy and Trechery

Anarchy, Heirarchy, and Trechery


Be afraid of my rising cult
For your system of changes has but one fault
That you turn blindly to your thought to be lessers
While they scheme to currupt as the infectation festers
Eating away your conversational plot
All your back stabbing lessons and lies for not
For we shall rise and bring fall to your Heirarchy
Slit your throat with our brutal Anarchy
We are the resistance, the undermined, the rejected
You are the master, the king, the protected
Engulfing flames burn your years of toil
Making sure everyone is under the soil
Blue lips speak no evil, so no survivors means no questions
Your incorparated bullshit is locked away, no resurections
Our group of disgraces and putdowns
Of sad faces and letdowns
With nothing to live for, we have nothing to be lost
You have everything you could possibly want, so imagine the cost
Of your down fall
And our up rise, we shall stand tall
Because if we dont we will be forever on your wall
As trophies of your past trechery
We fight, tooth and nail, to be free
Reacting and attacking, offensivily dismantaling your status
You no longer exsist, not mourned or missed
Not your slaves, shackles discarded
Out of our graves, lifes restarted