They sacrificed unto demons, which were no God...Perhaps it would be simpler to observe that the demon gods of old invariably lead people toward their own type of categorical perversion of the order of things. They left their place in the true version of things to become perverts and so they tend to make people in their own likeness. The categorical distinction that they violated and perverted was that between man who is "little lower than the angels" and angels/gods, which according to the great theologian Katy Perry can be imagined to live in a different part of electromagnetic spectrum and possess a sort of animal magnetism.* Artists seem to like to try to engrave gods of this sort in their imagery, if not directly on their own image by piercing and marking themselves like the prophets of Baal of old.
Of the Rock that begat thee thou art unmindful, And hast forgotten God that gave thee birth.
And Jehovah saw it, and abhorred them, Because of the provocation of his sons and his daughters.
.... They have moved me to jealousy with that which is not God; They have provoked me to anger with their vanities...
I would scatter them afar, I would make the remembrance of them to cease from among men; Were it not that I feared the provocation of the enemy, Lest their adversaries should judge amiss, Lest they should say, Our hand is exalted...
How should one chase a thousand, And two put ten thousand to flight, Except their Rock had sold them, And Jehovah had delivered them up?
For their rock is not as our Rock... (Deuteronomy 32)
People who sing to the old gods and long for them and worship them and so on tend to do the same thing as their gods in our realm in violating basic natural categories as we know them. Even if they were deceived into thinking that a different basic order to things existed, they would willfully violate that too. People who long for gods of that sort and sing to them tend toward perverting the distinctions between male and female (homophilia), child and adult (pedophilia), human and animal (zoophilia) and so on in their own realm. It doesn't have to be a sexual perversion but that is often how it is expressed, as is illustrated in the graven imagery on pyramid schemes of the past as well as in the "new" music videos of American artists.
We're a long way from not wearing mixed fabrics and so on to uphold basic distinctions or to be a ceremonially ordered people set apart these days. On the other hand, "You are all sons of God through faith in Christ Jesus, for all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ. There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus." (Galatians 3) Thus the death of perversion and the symbolic snakes that eat their own tales. It's all symbolic, except when it's literally time to exit the current scheme of things.
*You're so hypnotizing
Could you be the devil?
Could you be an angel?
Your touch magnetizing
You're from a whole 'nother world
A different dimension
You open my eyes
And I'm ready to go
Lead me into the light
Kiss me, kiss me
Infect me with your love and
Fill me with your poison
Take me, take me
Wanna be a victim
Ready for abduction
...you're an alien
Your touch so foreign
This is transcendental
On another level
...you're my lucky star
I wanna walk on your wave length
And be there when you vibrate
A different song from the same artist:
I can feel a phoenix inside of me
As I march alone to a different beat
I am ready for the road less traveled
Suiting up for my crowning battle
This test is my own cross to bare
I can see the heavens but I still hear the flames
Calling out my name
I can see the writing on the wall
I can't ignore this war
I can feel this light that's inside of me
Growing fast into a bolt of lightning
I know one spark will shock the world, yeah yeah
So I pray for a favour like Esther
I need your strength to handle the pressure
I know there will be sacrifice
But that's the price
At the end, at the end
Who am I living for?
At the end, at the end
Who am I living for?
(The writing is on the wall for Lucifer the light bearer, the one who falls like a bolt of lightning. American artists could sing about anything in the brave new world, yet they sing of ancient symbols and signs. There is nothing new under the sun.)