Forbidden Patterns

I - am - forgotten - by - you all - and I - would not be the one that reminds you I am god complex, savior that doesn't exist / grand master of absence No remedy for the weak of (the) world / Insanitiy's coming forth Dance like broken butterfly / no predicted path on your life Would God forget to give us absolution Would God forbid us to even feel the desire of pain The denial and counter-denial, arguments are vital, all disputes are futile The light does not absorb idiocy, don't take it for fucking granted Would humanity just focus on how to save us all, not screwing us It's been through time, but fuck it : thoughts and prayers "Come on down, my brothers and sisters! This ain't the time to go down with the devil! We should put out hands up and scream on joy onto the Lord Because he knows Because he sees Because he is with you my brother and you my sister Because he is all! God is all! God is all!" No way I'm getting down at the end of a rope No way I'm doing business with someone else than the devil I'd rather get my ears destroyed than to work with the ones who forbade a fucking chord I hail you Triton (sound for us Triton), hail the Triton! Beneath the stars in the eyes of the wealthy we are but one entity of the strongest of them all Beneath the stars of what you can see in a black box of entertaining morbid slow fucking death Cries in the eyes of the privileged class Lies in the magazines of Jesus Christ I am the one that writes the song Of forbidden chords, forbidden tunes, and forbidden patterns