• There's a piano playing itself in the corner
    there's a terrified girl screaming in horror
    but do you care? No. Never.
    It's that stoic mindset that generates halflife
    courtesy is a constantly corrupted concept
    and what a concept it is...
    a fantasy, an ideal, a theory that cannot be displayed
    nor can it be replayed because the ends are frayed
    Replacement is only an open invitation to deamons
    or even worse...humans
    like a messiah made virus, confusion infects us
    while our kings pull, prod, poke, p***k, and reject us
    because, ultimately, we are cattle
    cattle that march on into the Slaughter Nation
    content with an infection under a pretense of protection
    but we move farther from perfection in our transformation
    We can rant and ramble rumors and rat out our rulers
    but who do we go to when our leaders transgress?
    Who indeed...?
    Politics are weeds in our rose bush,
    in our Garden of Eden
    filled with only The Forbidden Fruit
    Isnt it the sweetest nectar you've ever forsaken?
    It must be... because all your chances are taken
    It's a conniption. Fit for you.
    Tailored to your individual aggression
    And when they all fall
    We will walk in the Valley of the Sadows
    our heads held high
    waving flags of a new universal disorder
    our torches will set ablaze the foundations of the empire
    and we shall light the Valley with your burning hopes
    and our soundtrack will be their unpitiful screams
    We can do this because we are true Gods
    The beautiful Enlightened surrounded by envious angels
    These angels will swarm upon the ignorant like vultures
    Hungery and hateful
    That is life. That is this life. This is our life.
    The patterns on the floor dance in circles
    trying to display what can only be experienced.
    Never told.
    and it seems as if you're growing bold
    or perhaps the message is growing old
    but then why is it still unheard?
    Now what's the word? Disgust.
    Disgust at a lack of intelligence and trust
    But for most, it's never told
    "god" forbid that someone have a f**king thought!
    Have some emotion because this IS bad
    this ISN'T right, and this ISN'T pretty!
    Far from. The coma has lifted but your body is numb.
    Do something about it!
    Face value taste like a mouthful of c*m!
    You have a choice: Swallow and smile
    or spit it back in your rapist's face
    It's your decision, but make it quick
    the water is rising and it's at our throats
    a heart attack is brewing under locks of hair taken by the chemo
    So now you have a vampiric face
    and your morals are gone without a trace
    but you are still mortal
    Your submission might as well be an emission of courage
    an adition of malice and a rendition of good intentions
    So we're left here...
    and the hypocrites are getting hyper
    on their daily dose of distasteful dominance
    and our diagnosis is a dishonorable discharge from humanity
    it's a gift, I assure you. If only in a curse's colors
    but these are the colors of your technicolored coat
    that makes you king of the socio-spiritual landfill
    Have your fun but when your time comes
    Dont beg, rather, demand to differ.
    Now, as your subconcious decays and the splinters fly away
    remember that terrified little girl crying...
    and blow out the candle