Aggregate Vanity II: Periodic Absolution

Primordial conventions fail and fall
No longer gripping the minds of men
With knuckles and fangs bared
The hands that wrought the bones of belief
The lips and tongues that forged our reality

No longer gripping the minds of men
With knuckles and fangs bared
The hands that wrought the bones of belief
The lips and tongues that forged our reality

These patriarchs maddened with power
Stricken septic with a virus
A pathogen of fear and misanthropy
But the infection is subsiding

These patriarchs maddened with power
Stricken septic with a virus
A pathogen of fear and misanthropy
But the infection is subsiding

Our feeble monarchs reduced to invalids
Have been violently usurped and exterminated

Scatting

Intellect all but erases ideological error
Oral history forced to recant under oath

Fascist tools of fantasy
Giving way under load-bearing superstitions

That have halted progress for millennia
Loosening their stranglehold on understanding
Fables diminished by philosophy
Authority proven to be ruse
And leaders revealed as confidence men

The legions of drones consume the few
The mouths that breathed life into conspiracy
Ground between the molars of a sinister contraption
A mechanized emotion, intolerant to control
The larvae consent to consume their queen