The Archon-Techs

 Their dark shadows hidden in plain sight
cast a flawed wisdom upon us.
It is said they cannot create,
Only distort what already exists.
Archon-Techs of lies.

An ancient hate whispers it's intention
through our souls and we carry the dark
task unknowingly.
They are the ghosts of our past lives.
Archon-Techs of self destruction.

Parts of them are parts of us,
A knife in a maze of mirrors
could only kill ourselves.
Desperate for deliverance,
we cling to them with fear.
Archon-Techs of inversion.

Pushing me down
Little black ghosts
Feeding off my
Energy...

The waking dead
What we are
A life force finding its
Synergy...

The dark cloud dying
It's been found
The sound is
Deafening...

It's time itself
Five sense dreaming
Lifting self higher
Dimensionally

Death comes now
Recycled souls
Rejuvenated and
Screaming...

Into this world
Must find a way
To expel their hate
Teething dolls...

Little black ghosts
Still push us down
We must find our way
Restless freaks...

Archon-Techs of waking.
Archon-Techs of sleeping.
Archon-Techs of death.
Archon-Techs of dreaming.

Archon-Techs of illusion.
Archon-Techs of retribution.
Archon-Techs of confusion.
Archon-Techs of false solutions.