The Sport of Pillage (O' Sacred Chaos) Lyrics


Your life is a myth

Brought forth by insanity's creator

But you can't resist

The lies you have been told

The world is nothing

Random accidents-mixed up with disorder

Your "soul" fulfills the ancient ignorance

Of life eternal-a cliched prophecy

Close your eyes to the light

Endure the bitter cold

Enslaved by your God

Conform to their hold

Shed blood of the ages

Hypocrisy unbound

The innocent left to rot

Beneath your Holy ground

Desolate, mindless thoughts

Kill the sound

Emptiness in your breath

Whispering

Lonely hearts, life has no mercy

Bury me

You're just a spec, one in a million

Filling space

Life

Has

No

Place...

Symbolic of nothing more...

Create your myth...

Sculpt the lies...

Evolve and be left behind...

Your thoughts are supposed to be advanced

But you resort back to your old ways

Absorb the abstract thoughts

Of inane drivel

You narrow-minded hypocrite

See the err of your claims

Force upon me your corrupt methods

Of campfire folklore

Rot in the soil

Bathe in the dirt

Unconciousness

Immersed in the black!