Mammon's Mantra - Deca

Every time he opens his mouth, he says 'Oink.'

And I cannot accept any lie that is so phonetically out of harmony with my ears

The pigs of the power structure, are oinking to the people

Get your boot off my neck or I’m gonna try to snatch your leg off

Lost in the bliss of a lofty wish

A pot to piss, pockets thick

Pop hits for the populace

Pop crys' to wash the pills down your esophagus

On the eve of the apocalypse

We got megaton bombs, rocket ships

Stop and frisk, and deep-state operatives

I’ve been waiting for the plot to twist

I’m an optimist, locked in the grips

Of an unseen hand with an axe to grind

A vagabond, far from home

Following the path toward Avalon

When the market thrives and the sharks arrive

To tear apart your hide with sharpened knives

You can see a world with a darker side

Where they harbor lies and the high oligarch resides

We’re led towards our demise

Narcotised by Phantom Menace

Got a house and a car to drive

A new phone and a smart television with the camera in it

In a pandemic land of branded image

Show me where the answer is hidden

A cancer is living in the minds of men

We got wolves in the den, and ants in the kitchen

Far as the eye can see

There’s eyes in the sky that are eyeing me

Goons with the world in a stranglehold

That want control, their mantra goes

(Money — Lies) Sharpen swords

(Abuse — Power) Guard the doors

(Fire — Bullets) Colonize

(Terror — War) Call it yours

Far as the eye can see

There’s eyes in the sky that are eyeing me

Goons with the world in a stranglehold

That want control, their mantra goes

(Money — Lies) Sharpen swords

(Abuse — Power) Guard the doors

(Fire — Bullets) Colonize

(Terror — War) Call it yours

Broke away from the day to day

To take a walk in the citadel

In the crown of the human shell in a living hell

Where the inner hounds come running

At the sound of the dinner bell

The world outside reflects

Every inner complex in effect below

That we project from the depths of a restless soul

As the pressure grows for the collective whole

I’ve been in a Heaven on earth

In the soft light of a new dawn

I’ve been in the realm of the son of darkness

Chained to my self-hate when I couldn’t move on

We oscillate between opposites

Locked in the grips of a hidden hand

Drawing lines in the sand

Trying to make a stand till the lion lays with the lamb in the confines of a

wasteland

When it’s eight below and you stroll

Down a vacant road with no place to go

It takes a toll, take it slow

Try to break the mold and find space to grow

To build in the midst of the chaos here

In the belly of the beast where they prey on fear

Where police on the centipede creep in the streets

That’ll reach for their piece and (bang)

Far as the eye can see

There’s eyes in the sky that are eyeing me

Goons with the world in a stranglehold

That want control, their mantra goes

(Money — Lies) Sharpen swords

(Abuse — Power) Guard the doors

(Fire — Bullets) Colonize

(Terror — War) Call it yours

Far as the eye can see

There’s eyes in the sky that are eyeing me

Goons with the world in a stranglehold

That want control, their mantra goes

(Money — Lies) Sharpen swords

(Abuse — Power) Guard the doors

(Fire — Bullets) Colonize

(Terror — War) Call it yours

If a man has a good hold on life, the hold gets more, more assured and secure

as time goes on

That’s right, then things should become easier for him

During that period when I analysed my dreams and began to get a glimpse of the

pattern of my life

I saw the errors I had made, and assumed full responsibility for everything