Cea serin - The Victim Cult lyrics

Their screams came as if to blame the ones chosen in their names Only in bonds will they rejoice Open are their mouths and hands Composed, exposed around demand The Victim Cult will share one voice But I remain To toil and feign While the fawns tread through their lives And I remain In a system that's gained Fro the blood of the brave And the belief in a man without equals They toil the earth with tools that were stolen Broken, broken A broken standard set upon The drive inside that spurs us on The right to walk a path to be Far from the gathering Live with and live without To mark the path with faith or doubt Broken hands from stolen gains Pull the strings and link the chains And now we cry for the million suns that have set before their prime And the weary weep in silence in awe The ones chosen in their name Open their mouths and hands Composed/exposed around demand Only in bonds will they rejoice The victim cult all share one voice Hope runs out Ego is slain in a lecherous game They stand firm Open the throats from which all wisdom came Warning and faking their way through life taking The moments from the able by force Time runs out Sever the ties and leave them without "Man's life—the life of man qua rational being—is the proper standard of value. Your own life—and happiness as its emotional concomitant—is the purpose of morality... Sacrifice is the surrender of value—of a higher value to a lower one, of of the good to the evil... Since evil is irrational, it can succeed only with the consent and aid of the rational. The Morality of d**h is perpetuated by the sanction of its victims—the men of reason and ability... Stop supporting your own destroyers through the sanction you give them. Do not try to live on your enemies' terms of to win a game when they're setting the rules. Do not help them fake reality... Fight for this world, in the name of the best within you. You will win when you are ready to pronounce this oath: "I swear—by my life and my love of it—that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine." [From John Galt's speech] Their lives are abstract from minds Whose theories collapse Their motives hate fact Replaces by notions that lapse And now I cry for the million suns that have set before their prime And the weary weep in silence stricken by the sign For the first time in their lives They've seen before it's time And the weary weep in silence and awe A broken standard set upon The drive inside that spurs us on The right to walk a path to be Far from the gathering Live with and live without To mark the path with faith or doubt Broken hands from stolen gains Pull the strings and link the chains "Everything that is really great and inspiring is created by the individual who can labor in freedom." [Albert Einstain] "There've been other times when danger upon the world defied the services of singularity beetles."