As we awaken And the thoughts of spirits and daemons Fade from our retinas And the gods up high fall from function We arise alone Our eyelids burn in the darkness Not yet ready to open And reap what was once sown On that day in the endless blackness When gods are remodeled into paradigms With adze I must carve And disfigure the deity into the zeitgeist Mutilated and disowned The fallen gods of old lose favour Paradigms are hewn from the ashes of gods Unquestioned and omnipresent With calloused hands I heap axiom upon axiom My feet sink deep into the mire But unrelenting I am As the edifice surges skyward Stand back and gaze at our wonder A contorted tapestry of taboo A monolith of unquestionable questions As lichen consumes the crumbling miscreation Its beginnings fade from memory And it towers as the wind and the stars Bow before our orthodoxy Merchants of snake oil Within temples of aeons past Now preachers of the bazaar Peddling their filth To the starving congregation Stagnant ideologies Deities of nouveau Pungent and lurid dogmas Blind my infantile eyes from the sinewy manacles Which constrict my hands Upon hands and knees I fall Becoming one with the sea of rats that surrounds me I see writhing heretics Swept away in the formless swarm Engulfed in the mass and the frenzy I gaze as the crooked monolith As it descends into the morass