Vile Maxim - Byzantine

I will accept no more

Heirloom of hate has run its course

The result of our cowardice

A culture that educates

Through mass hypnosis

I know the strife it breeds

Toe the line or cut the strings

If you riot for change or

Look the other way and concede

They punish equally

Once more the instinct of disdain

Will feed their zealot ways

And they believe in nothing

Once more the instinct of disdain

It seems that nothing’s changed

Vile maxim the masters of mankind

I won’t weep for those

Relic of shame deserving burial

An out of date legacy

That has run afoul

Scheduled for castration

I walk to carry the load

Shoulder the burden

For the broken home

A weakness from within

You will not perceive

Give no quarter, no reprieve

Once more the instinct of disdain

Will feed their zealot ways

And they believe in nothing

Once more the instinct of disdain

It seems that nothing’s changed

Vile maxim the masters of mankind

Now is the time we set the fires alight

I can’t take anymore

This cult of intolerance