[SPOKEN INTRO]
The Archon does not always arrive in darkness.
Sometimes it arrives in a laboratory.
Sometimes it arrives in a courtroom.
Sometimes it arrives with a budget
and a declassified file
that confirms what the ones who named it
were called insane for naming
twenty years before the admission.
The Archon wears whatever face
opens the door.
[VERSE 1]
They dosed the ones who could not consent to dosing
Called the fracturing of minds a research yield
The program ran for decades under classified designation
The Archon of Judgment in the laboratory sealed
Cointelpro dismantled every voice that named the mechanism
The infiltration of the ones who saw the wire
The Demiurge administrating through the institution
That called its own atrocities
A necessary fire
[PRE-CHORUS]
The smile is the most sophisticated mask
The Archon ever wore
The handshake and the podium
The press release and the hearing
Where they answer every question
With the answer
That admits just enough
To close the door
[CHORUS]
The Archon wears a smile above the classified atrocity
The emanation of the Demiurge in the corridors of trust
Every program run on those who had no knowledge of the program
Every sovereign self reduced to data
And to dust
I name the dark emanation operating through the vessel
I name the Archon underneath the institutional face
The Gnostic working pulls the mask from what is hiding
And speaks the true name
Into open space
[VERSE 2]
The forever war is the Archon of War unmasked completely
No manufactured pretext holds the scrutiny of time
The weapons sent to conflicts that were seeded by the senders
The destabilized nation as the Demiurge's design
The blood cost lands on those who had no vote on the working
The citizen finances both the wound and the machine
The Archon of Desire keeps the population consuming
While the Archon of War
Keeps the century obscene
[CHORUS]
The Archon wears a smile above the classified atrocity
The emanation of the Demiurge in the corridors of trust
Every program run on those who had no knowledge of the program
Every sovereign self reduced to data
And to dust
I name the dark emanation operating through the vessel
I name the Archon underneath the institutional face
The Gnostic working pulls the mask from what is hiding
And speaks the true name
Into open space
[BRIDGE]
Belial walks in the halls of the illegitimate authority
Bael governs from the hidden seat of power
Andromalius — revealer of hidden crimes and wickedness —
Is the only Archon working in our favor
The Kenoma administrates through human vessels
The ones who hold the office hold the emanation too
The dark entity inside the institution
Is not metaphor
It is the mechanism
Moving through
[OUTRO]
The file was declassified.
The admission was made.
The program was real.
The Archon was named.
And the naming
does not bring back
what was taken.
But it ends
the pretense
that it never happened.
Veritas Vox.
The voice of truth
does not require
their permission
to speak.