I Disavow - Misery Index

Sycophants storm the gate

In vermin hordes they swarm

Contorted faces gripping torches in the afterglow

First they castigate, then they obfuscate

Truth is the void where reality will end

The foulest walk among us

Janus-faced and starry-eyed

March to the piper’s tune

Like rats they’ll follow, you just need a song to lead them

Servants fawning, I disavow

This vile calling, I disavow

Who fears the anarchist?

Who fears the terrorist?

Truth is the void where reality will end

Fictionaries fabricate

And vaccinate the minds of youth

Posturing partisans

Who fuel this nightmare with their solipsistic bullshit

Servants fawning, I disavow

This vile calling, I disavow

Swastikinder, casualties of reason

Your god’s a man of straw

Ventriloquists, veritas in absentia

Archetypes of a species yet to come

The die is cast, no question’s ever answered

A downward spiral into vertigo’s arms

Who fears the anarchist?

Who fears the terrorist?

Truth is the void where reality will end

A dialectic death-waltz

Called «cards against reality»

A game we each play alone

As gaslit martyrs for the overlords that feed us

Servants fawning, I disavow

This vile calling, I disavow and repudiate in full

These jackals spit the venom of deception

Sleepwalk, no rest for the ignorant

Who cry wolf as their dragged from the womb

Dry-dox, the pitchfork procession trolls on and you are next