Panchrysia - Ethical Vortex

I shall deny my baser instincts
I shall suppress my inner thoughts

Drawn into vortex of common sense
Swallow my emotional battery

There was a king who ruled the land
his majesty was in command
Held sway over his men from his ivory tower
urged them to order with great power

Your time, your strength are no longer yours
...but of your masters

It is said you shall not put our lord to the test
Creator of mortal fear in a land down under

Your time, your strength are no longer yours
...but of your masters

Give him a lick with the rough side of your tongue

Serpent, snake, predator, kill
...you dirty old man
Serpent, snake, predator

Haunt me... for my emotional energy
Kill me... with rational drive

But one day

I shall deny my baser instinct
I shall suppress my inner thoughts