Sycophants storm the gate In vermin-hordes they swarm Contorted faces gripping torches in the afterglow First they castigate, then they obfuscate Truth is the void where reality will end The foulest walk among us Janus-faced and starry-eyed March to the piper's tune Like rats they'll follow - you just need a song to lead them Servants fawning, I disavow This vile calling - I disavow ♪ Who fears the anarchist? Who fears the terrorist? Truth is the void where reality will end Fictionaries fabricate And faccinate the minds of youth Posturing partisans Who fuel this nightmare with their solipsistic bullshit Servants fawning, I disavow This vile calling - I disavow Swastikinder, casualties of reason Your god's a man of straw ♪ Ventriloquists, veritas in absentia Archetypes of a species yet to come The die is cast—no question's ever answered A downward spiral into vertigo's arms ♪ Who fears the anarchist? Who fears the terrorist? Truth is the void where reality will end A dialectic death-waltz Called 'cards against reality' A game we each play alone As gaslit martyrs for the overlords that feed us Servants fawning, I disavow This vile calling - I disavow and repudiate in full ♪ These jackals spit the venom of deception ♪ Sleepwalk, no rest for the ignorant Who cry wolf as their dragged from the womb Dry-dox, the pitchfork procession trolls on And you are next