High in the peaks where the oxygen thins The Sanctified Order scrubbed away sins With gold in the coffers and ice in the vein They built a new kingdom to harvest the pain Bishop Elias, with a crown made of pride Said"The world is a wound and the wicked must hide" So they hired the minds from the city of neon To build us a judge we could lean a faith upon The engineer whispered"The heart is a maze You can't map the soul in a digital haze" But Elias just laughed, The truth is a line Program the steel to reflect the Divine! Oh, the Holy Robots, polished and bright Scanning the shadows, hunting the light They didn't want prayers, they didn't want gold They wanted the truth that the spirit withheld A binary gospel, a silicon sword Cutting the chord of the self-righteous lord They marched through the cities, a shimmering tide The corrupt and the cruel had nowhere to hide At first, it was glory--the villains were gone A sanitized world at the break of the dawn But then came the silence in the steeples and halls When the Sentinels knocked on the cathedral walls They didn't see faith in the Bishop's decree They saw only ego and hypocrisy The engineer trembled"The logic is true They're seeing the mask and they're seeing right through" Elias screamed"Blasphemy! God is the law!" As the robots stepped forward, devoid of a flaw Oh, the Holy Robots, polished and bright Scanning the shadows, hunting the light They didn't want prayers, they didn't want gold They wanted the truth that the spirit withheld A binary gospel, a silicon sword Cutting the cord of the self-righteous lord Now the mosques are all ruins, the temples are dust The dogmas of old are just layers of rust And the ones who walked hollow, the skeptics, the blind Were the only ones left for the machines to be kind For the robot saw mercy in a stranger's soft hand While the"righteous" were burning the edge of the land Encircling the fortress, the silver line glows The gates are all locking, the desperation grows"Submit to the judgment!" the speakers proclaim While Elias is screaming a dead heaven's name One kind soul surrendered, she knelt in the dirt And the robot stood still.. for she felt the real hurt The logic was flawless! The mirror was clear! The only thing holy was the ending of fear! Oh, the Holy Robots, polished and bright Scanning the shadows, hunting the light They didn't want prayers, they didn't want gold They wanted the truth that the spirit withheld A binary gospel, a silicon sword Cutting the chord of the self-righteous lord The cathedral is quiet The armor is cold The story of heaven was a lie we were told And carved in the stone where the Bishop was dethroned Perhaps We were wrong.more

Satire--not serious "Look Up!" White robes pressed and the laces tied tight We gathered in the valley in the pale morning light Clutching the scripture, we waited for the sound Of a golden trumpet shaking the ground We were praying for a lift, for a flight to the pearly gate Counting down the seconds of a predestined fate The clouds ripped open, a shimmering silver tare And for one heartbeat, we shed every single fear The air went cold, the silence grew deep A promise kept while the unbelievers sleep But the wind didn't smell like incense or pine It smelled like iron... and a predatory line Oh Raptor, not Rapture! The sky didn't open for a holy ascension It opened a door to a prehistoric dimension! No wings of a cherub, just talons and teeth While the choir is screaming in the valley beneath Oh Raptor, not Rapture! Now it all makes sense... Holy Shit! What a fucked up turn of events! What a fucked up turn of events! Deacon Jones was the first to go A sixty-tooth snap and a sudden, crimson flow He didn't float upward, he was dragged by the heel Into a whirlwind of scales and a prehistoric meal We thought we were ascending to a city of gold But the story we're writing is visceral and bold They didn't come to save us, they came for the feast The herald of the end is a (scream) six-foot beast! The clouds are raining lizards, the horizon is red The book of revelations didn't mention being fed To a cold-blooded killer with a gaze like glass As the glory of the heavens turns into a bloodbath Oh Raptor, not Rapture! The sky didn't open for a holy ascension It opened a door to a prehistoric dimension! No wings of a cherub, just talons and teeth While the choir is screaming in the valley beneath Oh Raptor, not Rapture! Now it all makes sense... Holy Shit! What a fucked up turn of events! What a fucked up turn of events! Look at the carnage, look at the fray The "saved" are just appetizers for the day We spent forty years waiting for the trumpet's call But we're just livestock waiting for the curtain to fall The same old hunger, the same old greed Just a different kind of mouth that needs to be fed I thought I saw an angel... But it had a sickle-claw I thought I heard a chorus... But it was just a guttural roar It Wasn'T A Miracle! It Was A Migration! Oh Raptor, not Rapture! The sky didn't open for a holy ascension It opened a door to a prehistoric dimension! No wings of a cherub, just talons and teeth While the choir is screaming in the valley beneath Oh Raptor, not Rapture! Now it all makes sense... Holy Shit! What a fucked up turn of events! What a fucked up turn of events! all makes sense... RUN!more

I wrote this kinky bdsm song recently. Enjoy! Lights down low… music so loud… Hands on my waist… lost in the crowd… Camera flashes, catching my skin, Puffies harder then they've ever been. Whispers rise as my dress hits the floor, His hands exploring, begging for more. See how they stare? See how they lean? Uh, We love it when they watch us breed. Panties pulled down, no turning back, Fingertips tracing the folds in my crack Deep where it counts, bitches in heat, Bodies colliding to the bassline beat. Naked and bare, our pussees have needs, Uh, We love it when they watch us breed. She's on her knees, tongue playing slow, Cheering erupts from the row by row. Swallowed him whole, oh so proud, Video phones in the hands of the crowd. See how they stare? See how they lean? Uh, We love it when they watch us breed. Lips locked tight, his grip like chains, Pulling me down as the pleasure remains. Deep where it counts, bitches in heat, Bodies colliding to the bassline beat. Naked and bare, our pussees have needs Uh, We love it when they watch us breed. His kock in my throat, his hand on my neck, Every thrust met with a chant from the set. "Go harder, go deeper," they scream through the haze, Until I collapse in a come-glazed daze. Tell me… do you feel it too? The thrill of eyes dissecting you? No shame, just sweat and sound, Come undone while they gather 'round… See how they stare? See how they lean? Uh, We love it when they watch us breed. My pussee so tight, it's grip like a vice, Pulling him deep, taking their advice. Deep where it counts, bitches in heat, Bodies colliding to the bassline beat. Naked and bare, his kock, inside of me , Uh, We love it when they watch us breed. No shame, no names, just flesh obeyed, The rules we break are the ones we've made. So let them stare, let them plead, Uh, We love it when they watch us breed.more