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Wrought by the travesty of man

His majesty, the uncanny

The eyes of all are watching him

Tokens of faith are collected and braided

He thinks of letting all fade

But this sickness won't go away

Far beyond driven

Like cattle to ritual slaughter

When birds don't sing anymore

The ones understanding mourn

Pandemonium awaits

Nurtured by eons of lies

We tell ourselves

Driven by our demons

Fated

Supreme

Parasocial

God

Lost in your faith

Loosing your affect

Lost your humanity

But the scales turn again

Give me more pandemonium