4. The Cult Of The Burning Star

It is now like before

All the slaves are made to work

We are here to lead the blind

And to contemplate it all

Like drones to the hive

From creation to collapse

And to you all looking down

We bring purification

Carry yourselves through the night

We are the force

Ready yourselves for a war

See how you’ll fall

Rising against our control

Ungrateful hordes

Ready yourselves for a war

You come so low

Where are you now

You crossed the line

And to say we’ll fall

When we come from nothing to life

To the sealed ways of ours

Wait till you see the light

Connections made to want more

We plan to give it all to you

Lies fill your soul

Till you feel you own the sands of time

And rejoice

For a crimson tide to fill the void

Say the word

Get yourselves a taste of the divine

As slaves

You are one we are saving you all

Show some respect for your lives

We’re in control

Any sign that shows remorse

Weighs us down

And to say we’ll fall

When we come from nothing to life

To the sealed ways of ours

Wait till you see the light

Connections made to want more

We plan to give it all to you