We live on a placid island of ignorance
in the midst of black seas of infinity,
and it was not meant that
we should voyage far.

Reports are coming in
of a horrible groaning sound
rising out of the Puerto Rico Trench.

Government officials refuse
to address the rumored recent
disappearances of people
and livestock.

The global mental health crisis 
deepens as professionals
confront unprecedented levels
of anxiety and nightmares.

Attention! This is not a drill;
A level four mandatory 
evacuation is now in effect
for all coastal regions.

Dare you not disturb the sleep
of the dwellers in the deep,
let them lie for evermore
underneath the ocean floor.

The Old Ones will whisper;
The Old Ones will wake;
The Old Ones will rule over Earth;
The spheres will collide;
there's nowhere to hide;
We’ll all curse the day of our birth.

They will rise!
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh
They will rise!
Whoa oh yeah
They will rise!
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh
They will rise!
Whoa oh yeah

Following sporadic sightings of 
monstrous creatures in the Atlantic,
military sources have now 
verified the loss of several naval 
ships in recent engagements.

Our defenses are ineffective;
we are dealing with a threat
that we simply can’t understand.

Surveillance satellites have 
confirmed the sudden 
appearance of an unidentified 
colossal object in the Bermuda Rise.

A substantial portion of global 
communication has been hijacked
by a rogue transmission;
this broadcast has been linked to 
several ongoing incidents
of mass delusions!

Put your hands on both your ears,
and hope that you will never hear
their dismal song of joy and fear,
swelling through the atmosphere.

[Chorus]

Field reports indicate that large 
segments of the world’s population
are performing disturbing rituals,
completely unresponsive to commands.

There are no longer any 
sovereign nations;
strange entities are controlling 
the minds of Mankind.

Praise be!
Their Great Triumph is complete.

Now we shall bow down
and accept the dreaming.

Our destruction is purification!
Our madness is understanding!
Our silence is peace!

Darkness falls, an endless night,
filling all our hearts with fright;
Grim gods loom, vast as the sky,
gazing down with baleful eye.

Hear our cries!
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh
Hear our cries!
Woah oh yeah
Close your eyes!
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh
Death’s your prize!
Woah oh yeah

They Will Rise

Crazy Fuckers  (0999)  ft. SUNO

Text:
[Verse 1]
He walks in neon shadows,
a plastic crown, a kingdom of lies.
The TV paints him holy,
but you can see the hunger in his eyes.
He builds his throne on whispers,
on fear he turns to gold—
a prophet of the shallow,
a coward painted bold.

[Pre-Chorus]
And the people kneel like statues
to the noise he calls truth—
but truth is not a weapon,
and lies don’t save your youth.

[Chorus]
Hey, orange tyrant,
your empire’s made of sand.
You twist the words of children
with your tiny shaking hands.
Hey, fallen idol,
your kingdom starts to bleed—
’cause justice isn’t blinded,
she knows what wolves still feed.

(solo)

[Verse 2]
He claims he is the chosen,
he claims he is the light—
but saints don’t beg for worship,
and heroes do not bite.
A carnival of lunatics
spins wildly at his feet—
he calls the darkness “freedom,”
but freedom tastes like heat.

[Pre-Chorus]
And the choir of the powerless
is rising like a flame—
their voices cut the silence
and burn away his name.

[Chorus]
Hey, orange tyrant,
your empire’s made of sand.
You twist the words of children
with your tiny shaking hands.
Hey, fallen idol,
your kingdom starts to bleed—
’cause justice isn’t blinded,
she knows what wolves still feed.

(solo)

[Bridge – spoken, in Patti-Smith-style incantation]
I see the mothers trembling,
I see the daughters rise.
I see the sons grow angry
at the poison in your eyes.
And I swear upon the ashes
of every broken dream—
we’ll tear your throne to pieces
and wash this land clean.

[Final Chorus]
Hey, orange tyrant,
your hourglass is done.
You cannot cage a nation—
you cannot stop the sun.
Hey, fading phantom,
your shadow starts to fall—
’cause a truth that’s born in fire
will outlive every wall.

[Outro – furious, spoken, raw]  
And hear me now, Trump—  
we’ve learned about your connection to Epstein.  
The shadows crawl, the names are written,  
the island winds still howl in chains.  

Woe betide us  
if we ever learn you were involved.  
Tell us—  
did you participate?  
Or do you hide behind the graves  
of the stories you deny?

The world is watching,  
the sky is narrowing,  
and history—  
history never forgets.

One of Us is the Killer

The Dillinger Escape Plan

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