Death Cult - Gutter Instinct

High walls erected around their temple

Too grand to climb, too dense to penetrate

Reducing the noise from the world outside

Forever keeping them safe from harm

Secluded, isolated, blissfully unaware

Though still the ones deciding our fate

Possessing the power to create or to destroy

To judge and condemn all who form a threat

Never exposed to our reality

Never had to hear our desperate cries

Never a part of our society

Never had to wash out their shrouded eyes

Dark room, fake smiles around a long table

Empty words spoken without reflection

One-sided approaches, narrow-minded ideas

Like a secret congregation of the dead