ordained from the highest order above through the shadow of the needle's eye of my own camelot glow
mammon gushes at my offering of stillborn hope rotting within me devouring youth while my millstone rings hollow
enter my temple where the cleric begets swine purity is rape and salvation is genocide your home is a grave spare no children spare no one
savage heathen will conform to the sanctity of life (sweet flesh) sweep the soil clear of the cradle boards vital and ripe for siege and blight (sweet animal flesh) traded the manitou for the goldmine
through the cracks in the stained glass I can see a dancing ghost of atrocity through the hanging tomb inverted spectacles of torment
without the veil of the unfurled flag I see slaughter-bound human freight in waiting lashes upon the back inverted brand upon the chest
lord knows I have a pale glow I can't just take off my halo even as I stand on your grave it's still a master and a slave
The land is cleared to stack my house of cards my ossuary palace reduced to shards there voices fall upon deaf ears on the the side of the veil
buried by law from Wounded Knee To Warsaw they saw a prismatic justice awaits us all
the only reparation is reclamation spare no children spare no one