The Feast of the Beast

The Feast of the Beast


We started the feast as we waited for payday to come

And we fed upon garbage and waste while we were still young

Nameless and faceless, mindless and graceless

The feast of the Beast had begun

Consumed by consumption so we become what we buy

We abused our assumptions yet still we look to the sky

Looking for miracles and demons empirical

At the feast of the Beast in disguise.

And everyone's dancing amid all the gloom

But who plays the music and who calls the tune

Who questions the answers of the ritual dancers

As the feast of the beast is renewed

So we wait for the guest who will never arrive at the ball

And we wait for the Host to come down to the throne from our halls

Counting on curses while rehearsing our verses

The feast of the beast is in us all


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