03
Idols of Mud
Industrial Stoner Rock / Cyber-Grunge
Authority depends on looking permanent. Here, that illusion breaks. The court still stands, the symbols remain, but the power behind them has lost its claim to obedience.
Once legitimacy disappears, law becomes ritual and command becomes theatre. The structures built to judge, govern and control are exposed as temporary things held together by belief. The idols were never stone. They were mud.
Lyrics
Look at the giant hands
Sticking out of the sand
Holding nothing but air
No one left to care
The marble is cracking
The system is lacking
The throne is empty on the top of the dune
Singing a dead tune
Tearing the paper, dropping the cash
Turning the verdict into ash
Idols of mud!
Sinking away in the flood
Idols of mud!
Your law is dust
Your law is dust
Silence in the court
Where is your judge now?
With the sweat on his brow
The wig is infested
The power is tested
We watch the columns, we watch the stone
You are dying alone
On a velvet throne
Brick by brick, lie by lie
Watch the institution die
Brick by brick, lie by lie
Stare at the sky!
Idols of mud!
Sinking away in the flood
Idols of mud!
Your law is dust
Your law is dust
Silence in the court
Silence in the court
Silence in the court
The law is dead
The law is dead
Order, control, command, collapse
Order, control, command, collapse
Idols of mud!
Idols of mud!
Your law is dust
Your law is dust
Silence in the court
Silence in the court
Silence in the court
