The Acolytes from Acheron by Automata

Hedonists dine on honeydew and ample time
Antiquity blinds, no regard for fading lines
Seeing all the signs, the writing on the wall shows the
Egotistic cries, “suppression” they squeal and whine

“Down, collapse and concede”
Cry the acolytes, like lemmings armed to the teeth
Gnaw at the decay on which they feed
Take a walk into the tide

Siderists cite the meaning of the stars at night
Prying eyes will find conspiracy in their own right
Winged beasts will fly like Icarus into the light
Bearing dogma tight, psychosis from false might

“Down, collapse and concede”
Cry the acolytes, like lemmings armed to the teeth

Where would I be?
Mend with brutal hegemony
Stout devotee
Follow your sermon to a tee
March unto night
Zealot horde of The Acolyte
Detestably
Encouraging the entropy
March unto night
Zealot horde of The Acolyte

Guided by the light, warped to appear most divine
Genuflect for thee, and hand over my withered spine
Smatterings of minds, melt into an acrid fright
Accumulate the tithe, and secure the masses’ solemn plight

• Rock
• dark psychedelic
• indie
• psychedelic hard rock
• psychedelic rock
• United States