Ossification – Law - The Committee

Battle has ended, prisoners taken

I fought until victorious end

Armor and shield, now wool and silk

From sword to silver and pen

I call before me empty vessels

The public whores and thieves

Reptilian brain is played with virtue

Bones for the hounds that wait

Dance my puppets!

Dance!

The mind of parasite is weak

My power grants their wishes

In need of votes for their blank masks

The heads of rotting fish

Rot!

Rot!

Rot!

My silver rattles their dire purses

My lips whispr new demands

Bury the past, mbrace my future

Your fate is sealed by shaken hands

Dance my puppets!

Dance!

Inval

My hidden forces awakened

Soldiers of numbers and lies

They march on human cesspools

Solidified by ruling ties

In hands of skilled craftsmen

Public opinion is clay

We’ll make new norms and customs

Rules for cattle to obey

Let there be darkness, let there stench

A road paved with bones

A new beginning for empty vessels

Without their norms and heritage, reborn!

My whores in need of short term fame

Plowing through heritage with words

Logic and reason removed from ether

False prophets take the speaker’s stand

In name of progress and futile fodder

Genocide waged by a stroke of a pen

On demographic barren wastelands, I raise a toast to this world

Dance my puppets!

Dance!