Multi-tired Tetrahedron-Based Cult of the Occult Lyrics

A song about abusive power dynamics disguised as self help or salvation

Whoever moves first is gonna get riddled

It's a mealy mouth mantra raised belittled

You're tithed, forgo your mind

Regressive hands warp your fragile sense of time

Your fragile sense of time

Ya know if somebody gonna say what somebodies gonna do

I'm inclined to believe that that somebody's you

The inner truth you seek means nothing to me

When the prerequisites a life on your knees

Ya live life on your knees

Open door

Steeplechase

Close the door

In people's face

Commercial co-dependency when god works technicalities

Scrape and save and hustle to inflate another's vanity

Funding enlightenment under the gun

For a reassuring platitude press one

For a deeper meaning press one

Evolve and adapt irrational facts

The tree of knowledge is sealed in wax

You wait and you wait for the rapture date

But suffer now if the payments late

A violent act will reject

Everything outside the sect

And anyone of us could next

Open door

Steeplechase

Close the door

In people's face

Going clear

Lean and clean

Automatic

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