Post-Industrial Lyrics

Three demons visited me in my room

Under the cover of the darkest gloom

I felt the weight of a helpless distress

Crushing down upon my chest

Post-industrial moral blight

Spiritual darkness black as midnight

Bleak urban sprawling mess

In this ever present darkness

In startling hues of neon pink

And with wicked toothed smile

They pointed crooked claws at me

And stayed to laugh a while

Post-industrial winding down

Spiritual darkness blankets this town

In these cold ruins we pretend it's not

But this dystopian future is all we've got

Hell is a metropolis full of empty streets

Where residents avoid contact and never meet

No collaboration

No cooperation

No compassion

No community

Post-industrial moral decay

Spiritual darkness shifts like twilight

Praying for the break of day

That we might receive fresh sight

With a maniacal laugh and a vacant stare

He blew the conche and his cronies gathered there

Such savagery, the hunt is on, torturing all who belong

(Cold Calculated Calloused Cowardice)

Post-industrial folk shout loud

A spiritually regenerated crowd

"Shine Your Light On Shotts!"

Arise! Shine!

For your Light has come

And the Glory Of the Lord

Is Risen Upon You!