Ted Kaczynski's Dead

{Verse 1}

Still, in theory, natural

My hair is not dyed black

But what's the point in holding back?

My mind, consigned and worthless but

I'm not marked upon my skin

They've taken everything within

Blood sigils read with green eyes

A bulldozer of cement

Now lying dead in a basement

Burnt bones read by a green mind

Wood boxes filled with flames

And when they shipped, what did he gain?

{Chorus 1}

Scorching earth and salting wounds as many years before

To market one's rebellion breed a martyr as your whore

Cast aside and left behind to a fate of conquering bread

The altar flickered dimly, read the message, "Ted Kaczynski's dead"

{Verse 2}

Anarchy is long dead

The commies are in Hell

And not a soul dares bid them well

The industrial apostasy

Is finally in its tomb

And now the progress can resume

{Chorus 2}

Microcosmic etchings dictate new apocrypha

The great Tower of Babel's built up high with roots to Hell

And with a broken pact of Kings, the tyrants are released

When your god dies, what will you preach?

Dual letters are etched upon his vengeances untold

The amalgamated serpentine is god and we're alone

Alone, in the darkness, without any hope of sleep

When your god dies, what will be preached?

When your god dies, what will you preach?

{Verse 3}

Bleaching graves and gardens as the axe begins to whet

The dice slow in their tumble and we've lost our awful bet

If outlived, as snow remembered, this the hour of lead

Dazed and ever-frightened, say the masses, Ted Kaczynski's dead