Psycroptic Psycrology Lyrics

Psycrology Lyrics

I watch as you thrash your heads, bowing to a god called metal!



I hear your excited cries - your shouts as if he is speaking within you



The army approaches the battle site.



Sound - versus - auricle.



The group is surrounded by walls that embrace



The tumultuous harmony and then fend it off



into enchanted throng



waves of hair it crashes -



onto a grindingshore....valour....



We all fear the day a time we hope will be years away



Inspection of reflection, recession of hair assaults vision



A balding crown, it meets your eye



screams ring out as you face the sky



Only those, who did choose, to grow their locks



Have this maniacal type trepidation.



...And when not meeting to receive the aural abuse



Worship does not end!



Each devotee has his own eclectic bible



Some with more volumes than the next



Many have similar source of inspiration



Although there are naught that are identical.



Any of those outside the brotherhood shalt not



Understand our ways and we should not expect this



Not until the day when darkness and light are truly one



This is not bad for we do not need them!



...Our....will...is...our own...



We are already in a situation that's inflamed



mainstream censors



Fuck you megalomaniacs - we can thrive without you.



We may not have your money or your health



But we are free from greed, our intrinsic sociology



We don't need your money - or input!



There are many half-breeds who are not enlightened,



Those who understand but do not love



Those who see, understand, but do not feel.



We accept them, and in many cases support those of half-light



But they shall never visit out inner sanctum.



This shall be kept so precious, such is the disturbing delight,



Giving us light when its dark



helping us to find where our misgivings lie.



Giving us dreams and support, source of oneiric omniscience



Helping us challenge each plight



selecting and directing our precipitous lives.



......I suffer adrenaline crimes...its metal that makes me so high!



I scream as I thrash my head, bowing to me god.....



So....honour - metals - pride!