The Halo and the Guillotine

O dulcis et liberalis!
Jesus Christus!

Cracked marble icons, a sanguine eclipse
Incense and arsenic drip from the lips
Of a choir of jackals in cassocks of gold
The scriptures are written in lies, centuries old
A cognitive dissonance, dogma's disease
They barter for heaven while burning the trees
A utopian fever, a celestial dread
The word of the shepherd, the flock is well-fed

A whisper of reason, a glitch in the psalm
The organ swells, a prelude to qualm...
The ceiling of frescoes begins to erupt
The faithful, they scream as the chalice is up—turned!

THE HALO DESCENDS! A WHITE-HOT GUILLOTINE!
CARVING THE SAINTS FROM THE MACHINE!
PRAY TO THE VOID, FOR YOUR GODS ARE UNSEEN!
A HOLY WAR WITH A BLOOD-RED SHEEN!
(THE HALO! THE GUILLOTINE!)
YOUR SALVATION IS A LIE, SO OBSCENE!

The pastor, his eyes are a frantic, mad swirl
He sold you a kingdom, he's the devil's own pearl
The bishop, his mitre a spire of blind rage
He's turning the page on a gilded new age!
A crusade of the righteous, a slaughter of kin
For a deity's favor, a celestial sin
They'll burn you for logic, for thinking too fast
The future's a relic, a ghost from the past

A whisper of treason, a spark in the nave
The censor swings wild, a tomb for the brave!
The stained-glass, it shatters, a kaleidoscope fall
The faithful, they claw at the ruins of it all!

THE HALO DESCENDS! A WHITE-HOT GUILLOTINE!
CARVING THE SAINTS FROM THE MACHINE!
PRAY TO THE VOID, FOR YOUR GODS ARE UNSEEN!
A HOLY WAR WITH A BLOOD-RED SHEEN!
(THE HALO! THE GUILLOTINE!)
YOUR SALVATION IS A LIE, SO OBSCENE!


The steel of the chalice, the rust on the cross
You measure your god by the weight of your loss
A pyramid of skulls for a celestial throne
You reap what you sow, and you reap it alone!

THE HALO DESCENDS! (Descends!)
THE GUILLOTINE FALLS! (Falls!)
A TOWER OF BABEL, A CRACK IN THE WALLS!
THE HALO DESCENDS! (Descends!)
THE GUILLOTINE FALLS! (It falls!)
AND THE MOCKING OF ANGELS ECHOES IN THE HALLS!

O dulcis et liberalis!
Jesus Christus!