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Spam with a Plan
04:32
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Such strife
The daily burden covertly burning routes out
We fall, medieval
In such times
Of soaring tech and wealth gap
Absolutely devouring whims
A sordid bunch and a fools' parade akin
The wheel turns
As if a rodent
Bewildered by it
Runs towards no goal
Ever tired
To finally die alone
And serve the rat king
Tangled unknowingly
Dreaming scenes of meadows out of reach
But dreams...
They twist, expand, and evolve
Daring to exist despite the challenges
If only one
Disheartened by high crimes
Forfeits the game to claim the prize
Behold!
Snake oil for all ails
Folks, divided and conquered by now
Chase the smiling traveling salesman
As, from afar, a butter ad glistens in red
Forlorn, disillusioned
Forsaken by the rulers of our time
The blood-soaked bastards
Whose names we cannot even guess
But can you guess what the line you've been in for so long is for?
The fair reward for all your worthy contributions?
A well-thought-out trap
The church of debt
Spreading, sprawling
Its roots of hate and death
Their god collects
The herd is dead
The calves come next
The slaughterhouse blooms
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2. |
Die for Nothing
04:41
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I've grown old
The years piled on
The facts got clearer
Our rights, solid as foam
Where did it all go so wrong?
Was there ever any way out?
It seems quite clear that we are destined to fail
And reap what we have sown
Dark ages and plagues
Centuries of dismay
Should have taught us
Yet here we are, again
Imbeciles now watch our every move
Claiming either offense or vile crime against their cult
And wish death to all those who choose
To use the squishy stuff that's grown inside their skulls
So many hopes
Now dead and buried
Their unmarked tombs
Forgotten
I denounce nothing
Although I see so much is wrong
Who would trust me?
Oh, if they can't see it for themselves
Why should I risk my neck to save this wreck
And die for nothing?
I hear their cries
The rising pyres – now alight
Consuming all that's deemed impure
To the eyes of sick buffoons
And a leader so asinine
Their merit due
Might lay on you
Time marches, or is it us that stampede hellward?
Merciless, impending doom – dead vistas span the horizon
As fate looms
Symbiont strangers
Ordered apoptosis
Natural cleansing
Shall come some day, I'm afraid
A collective dream astray
A whole culture set to fade
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3. |
Sunrise in Hell
05:05
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To be
As far as I've seen
Is an exercise in endurance
A never-ending fight
A moonless night
With claws and teeth carved deep in your heels
The bloodletting getting worse and it feels
And when free from others, there is still you
Ruthless inner discourse
Unforgiving all-knowing tormentor
Torture or a cry for help
From the depths of my psyche?
Perhaps a call to action towards brighter days ever away
I hope dearly there must be more than this
Breathing, fucking, killing, running
If there's a sun
If it still burns
Let it scorch away our yesterday
Dawn comes upon a rosy canvas
A brief recess between two shifts of vandals
Suddenly, it all seems worth my while
As the fiery sky paints life with life itself
Become as one with all there is
And realize no time exists somewhere
Swine, pearls won't shine in filth
No matter how high the pile
Such an ornate testament to utter mediocrity...
Recharge to uphold
Whatever little faith that gives hope
To persevere on this eventful course to a dead end
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4. |
Malignant Mass
05:11
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The devout gather
To hear their master talk
Incite disaster
The abattoir's gala
A waltzing putrid carcass rots
Newsworthy blood-red carpet for whores
A mass so self-assuring
Individuals worth nothing
Pick up the pace – stride, race!
Stampede or die!
Unsubmissive fields
Can't help but be stepped on
Accept the dogma, learn the faith
Give up the whole just like the tithe
For all measures of self-worth
You are empty
Homogenous canvas set ablaze
Smothered ashen skies
You are not the chosen ones
Nor the standard
By which all life must abide
Or cease to be for christ
With worn-out knees
You insist on pleas
For a strongman to come and take
Your ass, your mind, your fucking fate away
You pray so devoutly
Orgasmic twitches, cannibalistic
You speak in tongues
Devoid of meaning, yet plattered
On a high horse
For all to see your true appeal
Dick in hand
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5. |
Fish-Eyed Child
04:32
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Fish-eyed child
Impervious to all light
Unfazed by the glaring spark of life
Automaton!
Besieger, entitled brat throwing endless tantrums
Begotten by the electric father
Death doesn't ring a fucking bell
Unbeknownst, the self cannot distinguish its contour
There's nothing to love
Nothing to fear and nothing to loathe
But that dumb demand for service from all and none
The child speaks
A monologue, a train of thought
That belongs inside
It blabbers, it screams
We are its projections here
We were never introduced despite our years
Your fish-like eyes
Are windows to nothing
It's haunting to see you move
As if there is a ghost
But there's nothing
Nothing...
Nothing!
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