Angel Dust by Ensomniak Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Knowledge is one of the best ways to demolish it
Good ideas can stand, no need for apologists
But as long as people use faith for solace, it
Might not work to rid us of gods and goddesses
I’d say how odd it is it’s lasted so long
But some will always hold on when pressure is so strong
Prolonged artificially, misled from infancy
We need entropy to enter these entities
Its bigotry pervasive, but it’s still persuasive
We have the means but not the will to replace it
So it stays in stasis, precepts of regression
Need steps of egression, redress the deen lessons
World hasn’t seen weapons unleashed on the masses
That were this disastrous, we have to move past it
Let it all turn to ashes, let a new age begin
Death is a part of life, all things come to an end
[Hook]
Let the books decay, let the statues fall
Let the paint just fade and peel off the walls
Let the stories go, let life manifest
Let it break, crumble, till there’s nothing left
Let the books decay, let the statues fall
Let the paint just fade and peel off the walls
Let the stories go, let life manifest
Let it break, crumble, till there’s nothing left
[Verse 2]
Paint’s been on canvas, monuments been erected
Symphonies been composed, they don’t need to protect it
Check it: If it had a purpose, it’s already been served
A vestige hanging around longer than it deserves
Preserved for the benefit of degenerates
Who claim they can make your insignificance infinite
Inclimate to the insolent, influencing the innocent
Vigilant in their diligence to mask its impotence
By playing to sentiments, not to your common sense
Bottomless promises, vomited from prophet's lips
Confidence in providence just bolsters the soldiers
When we need to get their arms close to the holsters
Disposed of and sobered so one day we can kill this
Idea of sin, that psychosomatic illness
We’ll never see our brilliance if we stay in the dark
It might take some time, but I can’t wait till it starts
[Hook]
Let the books decay, let the statues fall
Let the paint just fade and peel off the walls
Let the stories go, let life manifest
Let it break, crumble, till there’s nothing left
Let the books decay, let the statues fall
Let the paint just fade and peel off the walls
Let the stories go, let life manifest
Let it break, crumble, till there’s nothing left
[Verse 3]
They see the cracks and adapt so it won’t all collapse
But they sing the same song prolonging the final act
Perhaps if they accepted that it doesn’t ring true
They wouldn’t hold on so tight to the things that they cling to
Whatever it brings you, look at it with some pragmatism
It’s gotta go, the catechisms need cataclysms
Antagonism for lack of visions and bad decisions
Keep up the activism, one day we will crash the system
You don’t need to ask permission or give apologies
Let the homilies and prophecies become mythology
Honestly, it’ll probably become comedy
And believers will be seen as novelty or anomalies
Think responsibly, teach your progeny reasoning
Every day, a little more logic is creeping in
The iron fist is weakening, encrusted in rust
Change is coming, you know what wind does to the dust
[Hook]
Let the books decay, let the statues fall
Let the paint just fade and peel off the walls
Let the stories go, let life manifest
Let it break, crumble, till there’s nothing left
Let the books decay, let the statues fall
Let the paint just fade and peel off the walls
Let the stories go, let life manifest
Let it break, crumble, till there’s nothing left
[Outro]
Let it rot away, let angels become angel dust
Let it rot away, let angels become angel dust
Let it rot away, let angels become angel dust
Let it rot away, let angels become angel dust
Knowledge is one of the best ways to demolish it
Good ideas can stand, no need for apologists
But as long as people use faith for solace, it
Might not work to rid us of gods and goddesses
I’d say how odd it is it’s lasted so long
But some will always hold on when pressure is so strong
Prolonged artificially, misled from infancy
We need entropy to enter these entities
Its bigotry pervasive, but it’s still persuasive
We have the means but not the will to replace it
So it stays in stasis, precepts of regression
Need steps of egression, redress the deen lessons
World hasn’t seen weapons unleashed on the masses
That were this disastrous, we have to move past it
Let it all turn to ashes, let a new age begin
Death is a part of life, all things come to an end
[Hook]
Let the books decay, let the statues fall
Let the paint just fade and peel off the walls
Let the stories go, let life manifest
Let it break, crumble, till there’s nothing left
Let the books decay, let the statues fall
Let the paint just fade and peel off the walls
Let the stories go, let life manifest
Let it break, crumble, till there’s nothing left
[Verse 2]
Paint’s been on canvas, monuments been erected
Symphonies been composed, they don’t need to protect it
Check it: If it had a purpose, it’s already been served
A vestige hanging around longer than it deserves
Preserved for the benefit of degenerates
Who claim they can make your insignificance infinite
Inclimate to the insolent, influencing the innocent
Vigilant in their diligence to mask its impotence
By playing to sentiments, not to your common sense
Bottomless promises, vomited from prophet's lips
Confidence in providence just bolsters the soldiers
When we need to get their arms close to the holsters
Disposed of and sobered so one day we can kill this
Idea of sin, that psychosomatic illness
We’ll never see our brilliance if we stay in the dark
It might take some time, but I can’t wait till it starts
[Hook]
Let the books decay, let the statues fall
Let the paint just fade and peel off the walls
Let the stories go, let life manifest
Let it break, crumble, till there’s nothing left
Let the books decay, let the statues fall
Let the paint just fade and peel off the walls
Let the stories go, let life manifest
Let it break, crumble, till there’s nothing left
[Verse 3]
They see the cracks and adapt so it won’t all collapse
But they sing the same song prolonging the final act
Perhaps if they accepted that it doesn’t ring true
They wouldn’t hold on so tight to the things that they cling to
Whatever it brings you, look at it with some pragmatism
It’s gotta go, the catechisms need cataclysms
Antagonism for lack of visions and bad decisions
Keep up the activism, one day we will crash the system
You don’t need to ask permission or give apologies
Let the homilies and prophecies become mythology
Honestly, it’ll probably become comedy
And believers will be seen as novelty or anomalies
Think responsibly, teach your progeny reasoning
Every day, a little more logic is creeping in
The iron fist is weakening, encrusted in rust
Change is coming, you know what wind does to the dust
[Hook]
Let the books decay, let the statues fall
Let the paint just fade and peel off the walls
Let the stories go, let life manifest
Let it break, crumble, till there’s nothing left
Let the books decay, let the statues fall
Let the paint just fade and peel off the walls
Let the stories go, let life manifest
Let it break, crumble, till there’s nothing left
[Outro]
Let it rot away, let angels become angel dust
Let it rot away, let angels become angel dust
Let it rot away, let angels become angel dust
Let it rot away, let angels become angel dust