Tyrants In Tiaras

TYRANTS IN TIARAS
(Written by Ben Antoniadis)

Grotesque princes of flesh squeeze into Lolita’s dress
Decadent, mendicant friars see too many sins to confess
Blue-blooded, black-suited liars disembowel the governments
Tyrants in tiaras dine on the blood of the innocent

The herd all hail their masters and delusions of disaster
The brainwashed zombies all quiver for they fear the changing weather
As the prophets of scientism stoke the fires
Where they crawl upon the earth like bugs in the dirt, above the graves where dead men see

See they’re asleep at the wheel
And some already done a deal
Already sold their soul
What you got left when it’s gone?

My baby prays for the godless, to find their way back home
I’ve been down that hole, been down that road before
Where the people come and go and some stay forevermore
But what is forever to a man living moment-to-moment?

Where some are asleep at the wheel
And some already done a deal
Already sold their soul
What you got left when it’s gone?