Enslaved with you apon the ground,
I'll drown you on this day with me.
Inside this dead husk I just found
A hidden key hole to set me free.
Propaganda war machines,
Spewing out these star struck dreams!
Its what we want, its what we need!
We're all just slaves here, can't you see?

Look up at the stars?

I met a priest the other day,
He told me that his way was right.
He whispered to me that I was lost
And I should cower before his might.
The priest he knelt apon all fours
As an angel rode him day and night.
Whip in hand and mask on face
Pushing him on in his good fight.
The angel carved out the Priests eyes
So Evil would not taint his sight
The angel stitched shut the priests mouth
His words were cured from Evil spite,
The angel filled in the good priests ears
No Evil words were allowed to take flight!
The stupid fool, so righteous and true
Was en-slaved by the angels love so bright.
Just a puppet with a lie pulling on its strings,
Blinded and brainwashed by Pentharians light!

Look up at the stars !

Enslave yourselves here on the ground,
You'll drown yourself this day for me!
Inside those dead hearts you just found
A filled in key hole to set you free.
Propaganda war machines
Controlling you with star struck dreams!
Its what you want, its what you need!
It keeps you down there, can't you see!

Just look up to the stars . . .

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Phaestian, in the year 317 AF.