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The Four Horsemen (feat. Kika Pulido)
by Philosophical Society
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Every man for himself
Everything is meant to destroy you from within
Don't let them put the mark of the beast
On your right hand, or your forehead
Just for a Denarius
Some people think it is mythical, or prophetical, and/or hilarious
Lucifer presents itself as an angel of light
Death and all of hell follow with its beautiful deception
Destroying you with the promise of fortune, and fame
You were blinded by the light on your way to Damascus
Let the truth come forth, and reveal itself to the masses
The light is revealed through the darkness
Darkness
Darkness
The Four Horsemen
No one cares about what happens to you next
Revelations of famine and death
The wars of destruction, and the plagues
This is the Judgment Day
With broken seals
Not Navy Seals
Sacrificed Saints
The art of the broken deal
Now you find yourself fighting for your next meal
Death comes to you as an angel of light
The devil's henchmen
The Beautiful fight
Reveals itself to you with all its mystery, and universal sex appeal
Using every deed to mislead you into believing in higher beings, and higher destiny
Her voice has the power to bring you to your knees
With all her carefully chosen words, and melodies
Now she has you falling in love with all of her fantasies
It is in her nature to mislead, and to deceive, and to destroy you from outside, and from Within
Don't forget that you've been chosen to become a disciple to a revolutionary cause
It is your categorical imperative
To fulfill the analytic a priori
The synthetic a priori
And the eschatological
With the ontological
The Four Horsemen
No one cares about what happens to you next
Revelations of famine and death
The wars of destruction, and the plagues
This is the Judgment Day
With broken seals
Not Navy Seals
Sacrificed Saints
The art of the broken deal
Now you find yourself fighting for your next meal
Every man for himself
Everything is meant to destroy you from within
Don't let them put the mark of the beast
On your right hand, or your forehead
Just for a Denarius
Some people think it is mythical, or prophetical, and/or hilarious
Lucifer presents itself as an angel of light
Death and all of hell follow with its beautiful deception
Destroying you with the promise of fortune, and fame
You were blinded by the light on your way to Damascus
Let the truth come forth, and reveal itself to the masses
The light is revealed through the darkness
Darkness
Darkness
The Four Horsemen
No one cares about what happens to you next
Revelations of famine and death
The wars of destruction, and the plagues
This is the Judgment Day
With broken seals
Not Navy Seals
Sacrificed Saints
The art of the broken deal
Now you find yourself fighting for your next meal
Death comes to you as an angel of light
The devil's henchmen
The Beautiful fight
Reveals itself to you with all its mystery, and universal sex appeal
Using every deed to mislead you into believing in higher beings, and higher destiny
Her voice has the power to bring you to your knees
With all her carefully chosen words, and melodies
Now she has you falling in love with all of her fantasies
It is in her nature to mislead, and to deceive, and to destroy you from outside, and from Within
Don't forget that you've been chosen to become a disciple to a revolutionary cause
It is your categorical imperative
To fulfill the analytic a priori
The synthetic a priori
And the eschatological
With the ontological
The Four Horsemen
No one cares about what happens to you next
Revelations of famine and death
The wars of destruction, and the plagues
This is the Judgment Day
With broken seals
Not Navy Seals
Sacrificed Saints
The art of the broken deal
Now you find yourself fighting for your next meal
