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Of this world be known this;

The intention is false if it has a voice

The promise is broken from the moment it's heard

So do you like it here?

Not all prophets are saints, but all demons are angels

So are you going down with them? Down to the depths below?

So do you know how low we can go,

In search of reason?

So do you go down, down with the flow,

Down to intellectualism's treason?

Of this world be known this;

We're soon to be candles set alight

The hatred that flows inside this seething gray mass of human life

Do you see the prophets? On white horses they make their escape

Not even they would watch this sty decompose for another day

Push your head to the stonegrinder

…Hear the call of the craft

Dedication, stonegrinder

…in your suits and silk-hats

To all men be known;

Thine followed beliefs are fabricated

Ignorance is bliss, so do you believe it?

Now that doom rings to you, damn near true to you, the stick that you're fetching

Was never true

Push your head to the stonegrinder

…Hear the call of the craft

Dedication, stonegrinder

…in your suits and silk-hats