The Final Skull

The science of their incubation
I think they'll soon be in control
What is it with this fascination
The warheads are the mother load
The secrets of societies
The victims are in dire need
What good is the philanthropy
The world's already on its knees

Are we enslaved? Can they withhold?
Are we enslaved? Under control

With sanctity there's idol hatred
Illusion can't be swept aside
The fallacies of humans prosper
When no one's even forced to try
The embrace of the final skull
The temptation of all they hold
Is earth the only real hell?
Will they discover somewhere else?

Break the chain, free your soul
A useless maze, complete control