Aztec Static

Conquistadors left their crosses and steel
Buried in dirt where the peyote is real
Centuries rot in the Catholic stain
But the worm in the skull still remembers the rain
Ritual fire, the rattle and bone
Cracking the code in a blood-drinking stone
Priest with a knife and a fistful of sage
Turning the page of a pre-Columbian age

Twisted the neck of the Christian dove
Traded the guilt for a vision of love... or hate?
Syncopate!

Tepeyac crawl!
Spit on the cross of the Gringo
Hallucinogen flow!
Ripping the veil with a tempo
Snake in the skull
Gnawing the logic of sorrow
Die and reborn
Before the eternal tomorrow!

Smoke from the chicotl, a serpentine scream
Tearing the fabric of time at the seam
Emperor's ghost is debating the friar
Drowning the gospel in musical pyre
Shaman is laughing, his pupils are slits
Tasting the future in chemical bits
History's nausea, bitter and black
He offers the mushroom—there isn't no turning back

Fractal designs in the corpse of the sun
One with the beast and the load of the gun... Fight!
Terminal fright!

Tepeyac crawl!
Spit on the cross of the Gringo
Hallucinogen flow!
Ripping the veil with a tempo
Snake in the skull
Gnawing the logic of sorrow
Die and reborn
Before the eternal tomorrow!

Obsidian mirror!
Show me the flaw!
Feathers and terror!
Ignoring the law!
The mission is rotten!
The serpent is fed!
Your God is forgotten...
We're chewing his head!