Psycroptic - Psycrology Lyrics
I watch as you thrash your heads, bowing to a god called metal!I hear your excited cries - your shouts as if he is speaking within youThe army approaches the battle site.Sound - versus - auricle.The group is surrounded by walls that embraceThe tumultuous harmony and then fend it offinto enchanted throngwaves of hair it crashes -onto a grindingshore....valour....We all fear the day a time we hope will be years awayInspection of reflection, recession of hair assaults visionA balding crown, it meets your eyescreams ring out as you face the skyOnly those, who did choose, to grow their locksHave this maniacal type trepidation....And when not meeting to receive the aural abuseWorship does not end!Each devotee has his own eclectic bibleSome with more volumes than the nextMany have similar source of inspirationAlthough there are naught that are identical.Any of those outside the brotherhood shalt notUnderstand our ways and we should not expect thisNot until the day when darkness and light are truly oneThis is not bad for we do not need them!...Our....will...is...our own...We are already in a situation that's inflamedmainstream censors***** you megalomaniacs - we can thrive without you.We may not have your money or your healthBut we are free from greed, our intrinsic sociologyWe don't need your money - or input!There are many half-breeds who are not enlightened,Those who understand but do not loveThose who see, understand, but do not feel.We accept them, and in many cases support those of half-lightBut they shall never visit out inner sanctum.This shall be kept so precious, such is the disturbing delight,Giving us light when its darkhelping us to find where our misgivings lie.Giving us dreams and support, source of oneiric omniscienceHelping us challenge each plightselecting and directing our precipitous lives.......I suffer adrenaline crimes...its metal that makes me so high!I scream as I thrash my head, bowing to me god.....So....honour - metals - pride!
