Gao the Arsonist - PAROUSIA [VISUAL]
Directed by Zak Watson + Gao the Arsonist
Cinematography by Zak Watson
Editing by Zak Watson
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VOUNO constructed Gomorrah in the footprint of God. Millions compressed into coal.
Lyrics:
Built a city in the footprint that god left
Hope the pity you took brings solace
Bodies and minerals shook in the earth
One visit left soot in the cobwebs
Lives swallowed up like pride in your jaw
Did you bite to be rid of your conscience?
Maybe eyes burned up in the light
Either: blinded, spiteful, indifferent or thoughtless
Looked at your face In awe
Beaten bloody you’re still an Adonis
Spawned from beyond the horizon riding the dawn and fulfilled your promise
Inscribed your gospel in blade of a knife
Died clutching the hilt in my gauntlet
I did just as I was taught and you still rained fire and brimstone upon us
Our god just ground us into dust
Dead on arrival
Drought dried up and drowned us in the flood meant for revival
Maybe those who cower hidden and run fled for survival
Manuscripts from mountain top
That trust lead the disciples
Dead on arrival
Obliterated millions in a blink
Death toll unrivaled
Didn’t have a millisecond to flinch
Check on your vitals
Dead on arrival
Revelations stained who we are
Wool over eyes upstaged by VR
Deified rhetoric:
Titles alone inspiring faith like “DR”
Burial grounds get mined
Call the shovel in the graveyard a spade for the PR
One hand was holding the book
Use to bludgeon unfased with your free arm
I saw
Cracks start to form just like skin you’re washing raw
Held onto branches
Dug the splinters from my palms
I can’t give it up just yet
Now it’s irrelevant:
Benevolent or insidious it’s-
Huh
It’s my fault
I heard the cries
Ignored through thin apartment walls
I said as long as lighting’s dim I’m not involved
Left me shriveled up instead
Should have known better but the freshest wounds the prettiest
Walked like the pilgrims do
Got duped by prophets so often that I’d just scoff at the real thing too
Found a new option for God
Took moment to pause then they killed him too
The dropped bomb split the guild in two
White chalk 'round the children too
Our god just ground us into dust
Dead on arrival
Drought dried up and drowned us in the flood meant for revival
Maybe those who cower hidden and run fled for survival
Manuscripts from mountain top
That trust lead the disciples
Dead on arrival
Obliterated millions in a blink
Death toll unrivaled
Didn’t have a millisecond to flinch
Check on your vitals
Dead on arri-