Pantheon - Intellectual

These cosmic deity’s run amok they’re in the air we breathe

Self absorbent self loathing no trace of empathy

Skies grow black as the smog closes in on the earth

There’s no running from this uncertainty

Elusive patterns cover their tracks

Always knowing never fearing

Fight the code we must resist

I see with clear eyes the shadow of the wrath they bring

I’ll take the shot at redemption but I will fear the sting

Inside these empty walls. we go mad from disease

As darkness fills the sky, we all pray for peace

We need death for balance

Silence for our voices to be heard

You long for answers but the truth lies within my words

Beggar, how will you plea?

With your face down or begging on your knees

There is no solace in malevolence

I chose this path show me no mercy

I can’t stop from caving in

Inside these empty walls we go mad from disease

As darkness fills the sky, we all just pray for peace

In the lines of the codex you’ll see the sacred heart

With all the divine power they kept from us

It’s a resurgence of this endless paradox

I can hear their hollow voices crying out

How dare thee

Cast judgement

Without trial

In the end we’ll be the victors

You’ll see the fire that you cast down onto us

Hollow voices

Crying out