Hypostasis of the Archons
Secret Chiefs 3 Lyrics

You corpse animators, charcoal burners,
Addressing those who work with dead things, burning charcoal etc.

Moulders of wax, adherants to the Seen
People who mold wax and focus on things that they can see.

The Black Hand pushes
The negative forces are working.

Your- agnostic reflex
Your reflex is that of an agnostic - uncertain or doubtful about the existence of god.

You- automatons
You are like robots.

Of- the animatronic sham
You participate in a fake show.

You're planted in the Garden of
You are stuck in the garden of.

Earthly Corporate Temple Messiah
The earthly temple of corporate messiah.

The baby-crackers boomed
A sudden loud noise of the sound.

And echoed off the Bardo
Echoed off the Tibetan Symphony Bar Do Thos Grol.

Like half-assed Prometheans
Like failed creators.

With stupid macrame crowns
With meaningless macrame crowns.

Saran-wrapped neurotic SMI LE's
Plastic-wrapped neurotic marketing campaigns.

Around the Vajra Hell
Surrounding the Vajra hell.

And sold the "goddess" back to a world
Sold the idea of the goddess to the world.

Already drowning in Bohemian Snake Oil
The world is already drowning in false beliefs and principles.

Draw open the curtains of the Abyss
Open up the dark secrets of the world.

Where Mother and Father can't
Where the mother and father figures cannot influence.

Keep up appearances
Cannot keep up with the pretenses any longer.

They switched to Merck-Amphetamines
They changed their ways to using Merck-Amphetamines.

Our Fearless Leaders have
Our brave and courageous leaders have.

Packed their bags for Babel
Gone to the city of Babel.

And from that PR tower
From the PR tower.

They shine the beacon down
They guide others with their light.

Upon the vampirized world
On the world that has been bled dry.

Where corpse-fucker "artists" back-engineer
Where artists who use dead materials try to recreate or reinvent them.

Their stupid props to attract the dim sparks
Their gimmicks to attract the dim-witted people.

Back to the dungheap
Back to where they started, in the pile of waste.

& now they all shovel shit
And now they all spread lies.

Down the throat of their beloved Moloch
Into the heart of their god Moloch.

I've watched the best minds of my generation
I have seen the brightest minds of my generation.

Prostrate themselves before the myth of
Surrender to the myth of.

Progressive Evolution
The idea of evolution as a progression.

Like a bunch of fucking dressed-up rats
Like dressed up rats.

Spreading "civilization" like it's the plague
Spreading the idea of civilization like it's a disease.

All points of view
All perspectives or opinions.

Are points of sale
Are things that can be sold.

In the Market of the Visible
In the market where things can be seen.

Equipped with Grand Scale Optics
With the best visual tools.

Transhorizon offshore nations
Countries beyond the horizon.

Offer you the best in False Frontiers
Offer you the best in fake fronts.

A pseudo-individual
A fake individual.

Is a resource to be mined
Is something that can be exploited.

Like any other product
Like any other thing that can be sold.

Only, this one sells itself
Only, this one can be marketed easily on its own.

Where Good is the Harness of the Slave
Where being good is used as a way to control people.

And Evil is the lash of the Overseer
Where being evil is punished by the overseer.

The Master takes no heed
The overseers do not care.

(but where is there such a Master?)
(But is there even such an overseer?)

Under watchful eye of the Unholy See
Being watched by the unholy leaders.

You Obey Your Thirst like cap-
You follow your desires like a captive.

Tive dogs, desires "liberated", free
Desires that are free but are actually controlled.

Substitute Horizons, full-screen
Misleading screens or illusions.

Third world population transfer, no need
Transferring people from one place to another is not necessary.

Fetishized, Colonized, free
Objectified, controlled, yet seemingly free.

Produce the new location
Create a new place to be in.

Download it to their screen
Making it accessible through technology.

Hollywood Triumphant
Hollywood victorious.

We'll burn your Holy Land
We will destroy your sacred land.

And give you virtual space
And give you a fake space.

Panoptical Surveillance
Total surveillance.

Murdered human race
The human race has been destroyed.

Behold the Antagonist,
Look at the enemy,

On the Throne of this world
In control of the world.

Who dares help him
Who will assist this enemy?

Build in the House of God?
Build in the place of worship?

These mortifyers are
These people who cause death and destruction are.

Sucked dry by the Druj
Drained by the forces of evil.

Of their cryptotheocratic nightmares
Of their unreal religious anxieties.

So who will defend the Temple?
Who will protect the place of worship?

NO ONE! NO ONE! NO ONE!
No one will.

Burn it down!
Destroy it!