The
panic
Threat
whispered;
unspoken
industrial
blackmetal
abyss
demon
choronzon
enochian
Story behind the song
Ghosts of riots, spirits of outrage linger in the air, detectable if one stops and listens. No one
listens, though. There’s no time. Time has become another commodity, to be meted out by time producers, at great cost, to time consumers. The air, though, still belongs to all.
The plans for enforcement of mainstream principles have been cancelled in a bold move that was broadly publicized and lauded by all pundits whose voice could be heard above the ensuing media din.
Lyrics
Aesthetic
Shock
T
actics
Enshrine
me,
blinded
along
with
my
shame
Weak
shock
of
recognition,
barbaric
names
Nativity
of
cleansing
striding,
circumradiant
The
panic
Threat
whispered;
unspoken
but
salient
Danger
put
forward
through
elegy
and
idea
Striates
your
soul-siphoned
populace
in
dispute
Blissfully
Agog
amid
the
soul-numbing
distractions
Split
by
false
dichotomies
of
identical
factions
Speak
of
pipe-bombs.
The
leading
and
the
led
Fated
Aura
of
hallucination
command
overhead
Memetic
resolve
sends
a
current
through
the
masses
The
detonation
is
set,
Illuminati
Factional
Fetish
Spoon-fed
the
herd
in
high
panic
sets
alight
Vulnerable,
Advancing
and
Entrapped
in
fright
Pallid
bedlam
dressed
in
ill
hollow,
happy
sons:
Dwindle
to
nothing,
encumbered
with
warm
loving
guns
I
star-crossed,
stand
Amused
taking
pains
not
to
be
seen
Writhing
coat
of
pale
worms
savour
institutional
gleam
I
know
benevolent
fools
dissolve
rank
suppressive
tactics
A
few
words
and
they're
undone,
haggard
and
livid
Possession
dreams
its
disavowal
Buried
in
anguish
The
psyche
has
unnamed
all
Fear
of
wolf
or
of
swine