Lyrics Mammon's Mantra - Deca

Mammon's Mantra

Every time he opens his mouth, he says 'Oink.'
And I cannot accept any lie that is so phonetically out of harmony with my ears
The pigs of the power structure, are oinking to the people
Get your boot off my neck or I’m gonna try to snatch your leg off
Lost in the bliss of a lofty wish
A pot to piss, pockets thick
Pop hits for the populace
Pop crys' to wash the pills down your esophagus
On the eve of the apocalypse
We got megaton bombs, rocket ships
Stop and frisk, and deep-state operatives
I’ve been waiting for the plot to twist
I’m an optimist, locked in the grips
Of an unseen hand with an axe to grind
A vagabond, far from home
Following the path toward Avalon
When the market thrives and the sharks arrive
To tear apart your hide with sharpened knives
You can see a world with a darker side
Where they harbor lies and the high oligarch resides
We’re led towards our demise
Narcotised by Phantom Menace
Got a house and a car to drive
A new phone and a smart television with the camera in it
In a pandemic land of branded image
Show me where the answer is hidden
A cancer is living in the minds of men
We got wolves in the den, and ants in the kitchen
Far as the eye can see
There’s eyes in the sky that are eyeing me
Goons with the world in a stranglehold
That want control, their mantra goes
(Money — Lies) Sharpen swords
(Abuse — Power) Guard the doors
(Fire — Bullets) Colonize
(Terror — War) Call it yours
Far as the eye can see
There’s eyes in the sky that are eyeing me
Goons with the world in a stranglehold
That want control, their mantra goes
(Money — Lies) Sharpen swords
(Abuse — Power) Guard the doors
(Fire — Bullets) Colonize
(Terror — War) Call it yours
Broke away from the day to day
To take a walk in the citadel
In the crown of the human shell in a living hell
Where the inner hounds come running
At the sound of the dinner bell
The world outside reflects
Every inner complex in effect below
That we project from the depths of a restless soul
As the pressure grows for the collective whole
I’ve been in a Heaven on earth
In the soft light of a new dawn
I’ve been in the realm of the son of darkness
Chained to my self-hate when I couldn’t move on
We oscillate between opposites
Locked in the grips of a hidden hand
Drawing lines in the sand
Trying to make a stand till the lion lays with the lamb in the confines of a
wasteland
When it’s eight below and you stroll
Down a vacant road with no place to go
It takes a toll, take it slow
Try to break the mold and find space to grow
To build in the midst of the chaos here
In the belly of the beast where they prey on fear
Where police on the centipede creep in the streets
That’ll reach for their piece and (bang)
Far as the eye can see
There’s eyes in the sky that are eyeing me
Goons with the world in a stranglehold
That want control, their mantra goes
(Money — Lies) Sharpen swords
(Abuse — Power) Guard the doors
(Fire — Bullets) Colonize
(Terror — War) Call it yours
Far as the eye can see
There’s eyes in the sky that are eyeing me
Goons with the world in a stranglehold
That want control, their mantra goes
(Money — Lies) Sharpen swords
(Abuse — Power) Guard the doors
(Fire — Bullets) Colonize
(Terror — War) Call it yours
If a man has a good hold on life, the hold gets more, more assured and secure
as time goes on
That’s right, then things should become easier for him
During that period when I analysed my dreams and began to get a glimpse of the
pattern of my life
I saw the errors I had made, and assumed full responsibility for everything