Lyrics Orphan's Opus - Cipher

Orphan's Opus

Buried, myopic pretensions.
Quickly close the hurried and hopeless intentions.
Exposed are the bloody appendages of justice
Entrust all our purpose and spirit and riches in these bloody baldheads
This is a world-wide thing.
5 billion units of production
X amount of hollow corpses with no function but to Eat.
Buy.
Die, Hate
All isms, all states, and all schisms are formed to lock us all in one prison
of 3×3 to 10/2 pursuing the hurried path to all ruin
As we Eat, Buy, Die, Wake Then Procreate
What prey for the predators.
Their bloodlust quenched by our regret
This frail and crippled, wicked, miser clothed by the veil of ignorance
What painful pomp and circumstance.
Such self-aggrandized temperament
This quasi-regal posturing.
Like fodder for the insolent
Smash the facade of this infallible God
The Horatio Alger amalgam of odd, grim fairy tales and religious remembrance,
messianic visions, and slothful decadence
Leveraging governance of the mind in our hands.
Exhume what’s left of the
blessed tomb
YOUR HIDEOUS LIES ARE CONSUME BY THE EARTH
A storied past
CREATION OF A FLACID NARCISSIST
Anchorage
IN FALSE PRETENSES AND TRANSPARENT DREAMS
Crimson lips
HALLMARKS OF THE GRAND VOMITORIUM
Everything’s more than simple, a flawless symbol
Hedged in this hospice of hope (prose), apostles oppose
Franklin and Washington, Grant Jackson a soul.
Over and over but yet never again
Illegal business controls America
To be exact it’s illegal practice controls the atlas until it collapses
So we Eat, Buy, Die, Hate
It’s time to wear treason as a badge of honor and declare reason the new flag
we honor
Or swear by currency that currently is fake
So we Eat, Buy, Die, Take
Make sure the Markets Open
The masses sing an Orphan Opus
At least we have Heavy Pockets
Did the true Prophets Profit
NO JUSTICE WITH MARKETS NO SUBSTANCE WITH PROFITS.
OUR TRUSTED, OUR WELFARE.
THE PROCESS TO END IT