The Meritocracy of Hell by Bishop Lake Lyrics

Hardline is your impeccable wisdom
You knowledge is so austere
Red embers flow out on the landscape
Abandon all hope ye who enter here
White heat cleanses the tarnish
Of a life spent living a lie
Dark frequencies begin the madness
Forever asking yourself "why?"

No use in fighting
Welcome to the winners chair

You've earned your place
You’ve earned your space
You've earned it oh so well
Step to the plate
Accept your fate
In the meritocracy

Of Hell, dark figures confine your vision
Can't see if there is no light
Your throat clogs with soot and the ashes
There is no day, there is no night
Past desire explodes to mourning
Your ears deafen with the BOOM
A door that only swings open one way
Looks like there’s still plenty of room

No use in fighting
Welcome to the winners chair

You've earned your place
You've earned your space
You've earned it oh so well
Step to the plate
Accept your fate
In the meritocracy