Four Ebony Chambers - by Erik Smith
In the center
of society
Here I am
Pulsing and pumping it all
Through the hearts and minds
Programming the women and children
Destroying men of all kinds
Nothing more pure than the evil here
Everything I am
Controlling society's psyche
Never taking things lightly
Hating what I am
No longer trying to fix it
No longer giving a shit
Our condition is now critical
But we haven't found a hospital
Wondering around the universe
Mutilating ourselves over time
Hollowing out inside
Covered in falsified pride
I'm the volcano that builds and builds
Exploding, leveling everything
Shredding mental and literal landscapes
Yet on and on I pump the bile
Through the peoples trust and love
Eroding them until they match
Tainting the lifestyles
Reprogramming the life cycles
Pulling the strings until I am everything
Changing things until I am everywhere
Building my own disciples
And destroying them
They believe I give life
Keep the meaning of it flowing
They fix me when I am ill
Cater to me without knowing
I continue attaching the ropes
I prepare for the grand finale
Keeping the gauge on full for them
Pumping them full of false hopes
Keeping them energetic
Friends close
Enemies closer
Closer to destruction
Closer
by the second
Newborns and old scorns
Enter the planet, with me inside
Running and hiding they keep on colliding
Crossing my path I grab hold
Small children looking into my eyes
Feeling the painful grasp
So afraid to react
Shivering as I grin and inhabit within
Faster than god I continue on
Taking and breaking before he can fix
Every good thing about me now gone
Dragging them all along
Determined to turn everyone to this
Silent in the shadows lurking
Limbs and mentality jerking
Waiting for those who noticed
Nothing holy ever working
God knows I can't be stopped
All the charges he has dropped
Begging me to stop my rampage
Give him time to fix the damage
Or at least let him out of the corner
The biproduct of the perfect race
Further infecting seven days of work
As slow as possible rubbing it in his face
Maybe if I learn how in this life
I'll finish god off with one swift blow
Spending all these lives picking him away
Magnificence morphing into a disgusting mess
More disfigured than you will ever know
Unreasurable amounts of complete decay
Ever building masses of rabid distress
You never can tell these days
If I learn just how I just might
Still I must continue this path
Until I learn another means
Make you all feel my cold wrath
Reduce you all to distant screams
