The Victim Cult Lyrics & Chords By Cea Serin

Their screams came as if to blame the ones chosen in their names
Only in bonds will they rejoice
Open are their mouths and hands
Composed, exposed around demand
The Victim Cult will share one voice
But I remain
To toil and feign
While the fawns tread through their lives
And I remain
In a system that's gained
For the blood of the brave
And the belief in a man without equals
They toil the earth with tools that were stolen
Broken, broken
A broken standard set upon
The drive inside that spurs us on
The right to walk a path to be
Far from the gathering
Live with and live without
To mark the path with faith or doubt
Broken hands from stolen gains
Pull the strings and link the chains
And now we cry for the million suns that have set before their prime
And the weary weep in silence in awe
The ones chosen in their name
Open their mouths and hands
Composed/exposed around demand
Only in bonds will they rejoice
The victim cult all share one voice
Hope runs out
Ego is slain in a lecherous game
They stand firm
Open the throats from which all wisdom came
Warning and faking their way through life taking
The moments from the able by force
Time runs out
Sever the ties and leave them without
"Man's life—the life of man qua rational being—is the proper standard of value.
Your own life—and happiness as its emotional concomitant—is the purpose of morality...
Sacrifice is the surrender of value—of a higher value to a lower one, of of the good to the evil...
Since evil is irrational, it can succeed only with the consent and aid of the rational. The Morality of Death is perpetuated by the sanction of its victims—the men of reason and ability...
Stop supporting your own destroyers through the sanction you give them. Do not try to live on your enemies' terms of to win a game when they're setting the rules. Do not help them fake reality...
Fight for this world, in the name of the best within you. You will win when you are ready to pronounce this oath: "I swear—by my life and my love of it—that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine."
Their lives are abstract from minds
Whose theories collapse
Their motives hate fact
Replaced by notions that lapse
And now I cry for the million suns that have set before their prime
And the weary weep in silence stricken by the sign
For the first time in their lives
They've seen before it's time
And the weary weep in silence and awe
A broken standard set upon
The drive inside that spurs us on
The right to walk a path to be
Far from the gathering
Live with and live without
To mark the path with faith or doubt
Broken hands from stolen gains
Pull the strings and link the chains
"Everything that is really great and inspiring is created by the individual who can labor in freedom."
"There've been other times when danger upon the world defied the services of singularity beetles."