Miso Songtext
von Ever Forthright

Lost in the smoke
And mirror spell
Garnering hope
Artificial

The opulence intoxicating
Eminent the guise they parade
In offering devotion blindly
To transcend the ordinary

Does the crown
Suit them ill?
Or have all reconciled
With their evils
Dug in a hole
Senses forsake
Fooled into gold
One can′t perceive


Coercive eclipsing of the self
The masses delivered the gift
Of unworthiness for their saving
Insuring their obedience

Does the crown
Suit them ill?
Or have all reconciled
With their evils
Flooding out (Flooding out)
Had our fill (Had our fill)
Can't we call them for what they′re
The villainous

The villainous
Of conscience they claim authority
With every confession they take
From burdened minds seeking penance
With every sacrament peddled
To the exploited ignorant


Does the crown
Suit them ill?
Or have all reconciled
With their evils
Flooding out (Flooding out)
Had our fill (Had our fill)
Can't we call them for what they're
The villainous

Been standing still
Forever
Been standing still
Forever

Been standing still
Forever
In your fictions
Your hell
And Heavens