Psycrology-Psycroptic

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 F**k 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!