Funeralium - 21st Century Ineptia lyrics

Scums! Chant for me Worms! Crawl to me Corpses! Rot for me Men! Bow to me Women! Be free to pleasure me Children! Feed me Minions! Lick my feet Slaves! Worship me Insects! Obey my will I'm the lord Ineptia Thus now you know your god The master of Defection and Falseness Run and rush to nothingness Rejoice in the baseness I offer you Love the intellectual void I feed you with No food for thoughts, you're on ground zero No wonder, no pain You worms! Crawl to me You plagued! Empower me Already dead, still walking Accomplices in the arrival of the Great Ineptia Thus now you know your world A world where I rule with Art Flesh puppets of my will Your mind is gone to ashes Bow your head, walk in line Fuel the machinery I am Break your hands, your spines There is no truth except my lies Don't even dare to think by yourself You've already been lobotomized by my toys Turning consumption to compulsion Turning culture to ignorance Do the will of thy Architect Grease the wheels with your blood When you'll awake, it'll already be too late Storm comes near, inside your mind You tend to find out but you're delusional The law of the new Era ma** control Poor media, you scream in horror But nobody cares!!! Inhale the fragrance of my stench You're the source of it all It comes and goes as you get in deeper waters Conditioned behaviors only feed me more As mediocrity and idiocy are the new standards You live by it, you live in it You crawl like worms, my worms What you preach is what I vomit My wastes are your idols But deep inside, you know something Is still moving but you forbid yourself To face it to unveil the truth Beyond the plan, to reach once again Your own consciousness Now you see, you all belong to me My world of worms, my brethren Pathetic empty shells under my will This is how I spread Ineptia Awakening in the sweat of awareness The horror of understanding dilating the eye The ridiculous dominion of all that is superficial In the Great Ineptia era, nothing is random Walk the line, watch your feet The unbearable predicament of being a toy The story of your existence, same as all the others Will end up in the coffin that feeds my machine The final chapter is already written The coldness of the barrel on you tongue The Final Clap of the Trigger