Reign of Error

So begins the new regime, no different than the old A gathering of well-dressed thieves, draped in drag from Saville Row Their heads are filled with scripture but their hearts are full of hate Their tongues inlaid with silver to better hide the taste It's just the same old faces Shaking hands and switching places Preaching water, drinking wine Public servants, private swine Reign of error - ignorance is bliss Reign of error - ruling with an iron fist Reign of error - arrogance unbound Reign of error - empty is the head that wears the crown That sits a crooked angle Upon a crooked brow The enemy of truth is a lazy mind That demands no proof, only a pleasing lie Reign of error - ignorance is bliss Reign of error - ruling with an iron first Reign of error - arrogance unbound Reign of error - empty is the head that wears the crown Somehow the worst among us Just keep on falling upwards They fascinate the fools with gaudy ostentation And muzzle the intelligent with threats of violent retribution They tell you to reject the evidence of your own eyes And if the jackboot fits they wear it with perverted pride Reign of error Off with their heads