Pushed to breaking point in a fog.
Wrath is nothing but a path.
Scrawled in blood like a deity.
Blood is victimless until its you and me.
Parched and dying of thirst for revenge.
Erode confidence as you play pretend.

Rotation of conscious until it snaps.
Get away, save the day.
Then burn catastrophically.

Elongated by these days of fools.
Fascinated by what is crude.
Separated by division dreams.
What remains are little more than screams.
Toothless from an overdose of venom.
Close to breaking in the end.

Rotation of conscious until it snaps.
Get away, save the day.
Then burn catastrophically.

What a disaster.
Life is crumbling faster.
Strung out from my antidote.
Its a lie cause upon this drug I choke.

Rotation of conscious until it snaps.
Get away, save the day.
Then burn catastrophically.

Festering below zero.
Remove another not to feel you.
Conquering is key to prosper.
In your dreams you never prosper.
Dwelling in recesses left unoccupied.
What brings you forth is wanton lies.
Of disaster tasting of burned flesh.
Upon this altar you refuse to confess.
Disease rises from these tombs.
Where angels sing of certain doom.
Smiles so wide they could swallow systems.
Yet the wealthy will never listen.
And just like them you are a part.
Departed of sense as well as heart.
Punctured like a zit with a sword.
Turned your saviour into a ruined fraud.

Need a fucking tourniquet.
Bleeding out my rotten skin.
Shattered like a mirror against stone.

I am nothing but a bubble.
Ready to explode without any conditioning.
Sealed off until I’m not.
Time is something that will soon be forgot.

My madness is spreading.
Flowering like a rose in bloom.
Some might call me fixated.
In truth I am but a loon.
Fractured by my mistakes.
Etched into my every passing moment.

Webs hang off my bones.
Here I shall decay alone.
Only company is this fetid air.

I am nothing but a bubble.
Ready to explode without any conditioning.
Sealed off until I’m not.
Time is something that will soon be forgot.

My madness is spreading.
Flowering like a rose in bloom.
Some might call me fixated.
In truth I am but a loon.
Fractured by my mistakes.
Etched into my every passing moment.

Ground down by slipping gears.
Filled to the brim by anarchy.
Shadows dance in the centre of my crooked eyes.

Going up from the hollow.
I have nothing left to swallow.
Shattered glass and a ruptured soul.
Every moment is a mutation in me.

Ablations I can’t see beyond.
Will anyone even respond?

Sinking deeper in this haze.
Coming to an end of my days.
Dizzy from my old disease.
Can’t see the wood amongst these dead trees.

Ablations I can’t see beyond.
Will anyone even respond?

To my heartless body I cling.
All I feel is a hard sting.
Feel like bait dangling on a hook.

Ablations I can’t see beyond.
Will anyone even respond?

Justice is but a lie.
Yes I am that guy.
Shivering from my own misdeeds.
I sold my future for fleeting needs.

Snapping synapse in moments of doubt.
Observing a chase for more clout.
Yelping like a wounded animal.
My mind devoid of a direction in which to pull.

Ablations I can’t see beyond.
Will anyone even respond?

When will nature be healing?
Feel only descent toward grieving.
Separation of a new mind.
Trapped in this spinning cage.
No longer is there a chance to save…
Empires fall into the sea.
Divination will never be.

How are we all still standing?
It was such a hard landing.
Terror grips and stings.
Clipping of fresh wings.
Saving has been aborted freely.
Errors have become a norm.
Deicide is reborn.

Patchwork of rifts that could have been.
No one stands under this ring.
As it looms overhead.
Soon all will be…

Shed of their skin.
Cast from the heart.
Shattered by delusion.
No option to impart…
Knowledge unto this group.
Forever we are stuck as brutes.
Malicious in our ways.
Grasping for outdated plays.

When will nature be healing?
Feel only descent and some thieving.
Separation won’t save this line.
Trapped by our own crime.
No longer is there a chance to see…
Empires are long lost in the sea.
Divination did not return to be.

Sliding pieces into place until they fit.
Figuring out what must be next.
Hands rising like a plague from sand.
Eyes piercing what no man commands.
With stained tatters formed into lines.
Wretched are we who stand without ground.
Formed in moments lost to voids.
Imagine new comments cast with lies made true.

Beaten from two dimensions into four.
Polarity has fractured however.
Damned upon these tortured stones.
Carved out until space is numb.
Open books ignite new wars.
Rage filled and locked in place.
Dissect forms into shattered shells.
Wound around these flesh puppet heresies.

Strung out along these hidden plains.
Eruption from deep within stagnation.
Reeled in and cast to mud.
Bark rather than forge a home.
Forceful impressions wrapped in fog.
Screams that remove an edge.
Pilfered gestures sold in waves.
Watchful we are but that which will not be saved.

Walk these barren acid clogged plains.
This is the state of all that remains.
For we choked every fibre out of this rock.
Proved that deep down we didn’t give a fuck.
With our selfish eyes set on our own greed.
This current situation proves we are a crude breed.

Languishing out in the poison air.
This is a place filled with only despair.
Justice has long since died a death.
We’d be better if we’d overdosed on meth.
Instead only a few dozen of us are still roaming.
And most of us have nothing but mouths that are foaming.

For humanity is dead and gone.
What survives will not carry on.

Sanity torn to shreds and replaced by rage.
There is nobody who occupies the rank of sage.
Promise squandered in the halls of our violence.
That is why this dead world is now filled with silence.
Soon my day will come just like all the rest.
I feel nothing for I have no heart left in my boney chest.

Our civility is long gone.
Nothing will survive this destruction.

So as I lie on these irradiated dunes watching as my vision narrows.
I am aware that we failed more than even I once believed was possible.
Putting it into words has no point for not a single soul remains but me.
I killed the rest, for they were monsters, which is why I lie here and wait for inevitability!

You sought fame to fix your problems.
Waded out into the middle of the ocean.
Searching like a lost puppy in a hurricane.
Caged by your desire sinking further into oblivion.

Prosperity is but a dream.
It’s why you are an insomniac in shredded skin.
Sever this unreceptive connection.

Jailed by moments turned to threads.
Sifting through nothing but piles of trash.
Indecision turning hope into misguided greed.
A cell would be relief from this pain you’ve freed.

Prosperity is but a dream.
It’s why you are an insomniac in shredded skin.
Sever this unreceptive connection.

Worn in the eyes of subject matter.
Villain who has no chance to escape.
Celebrity turned you into a shell of a being.
No longer is your fact part of popular opinion.

Prosperity is but a dream.
It’s why you are an insomniac in shredded skin.
Sever this unreceptive connection.

Parrot some lines.
Trapped in a circus that has become a habit.
Fractured!
Divided by your quest for something that could never fix those holes you clinged to.

Prosperity is but a dream.
It’s why you are an insomniac in shredded skin.
Sever this unreceptive connection.
Get clean!

Deception injected streets filled with trash.
Too much noise that drowns out the crash.
Another life sold for evil to thrive.
When will our saviour rise?

Never.
For we’ve been deserted for our hubris.
Pinned limbs as if we’re a bug.
Ruling done by a thug.
Hope for respect is long past sold.
This place is icy and its resources are…
Stripped!

Judgement rendered don’t expect it to be fair.
Mulling over our failures with a fistful of salt.
Biting down on our tongues so they don’t revolt.
This is the hell that we’ve fashioned.

Zero to below in the blink of an eye.
Stitched up and swearing that we will soon slide.
Into an abyss that we dug in fear.
Sycophantic psychosis as we grin ear to ear.

Blinded.
We refuse to accept that which is clear.
That we created our own cage.
Lined it with gold as we sold ourselves as slaves.
Tore at our hearts with hooks made of rust.
A long kiss goodbye won’t change any of this.

Label me a martyr,
Treat me like a freak.
Chase me from my only home.
Force upon me defeat.
I will not abide you.
Bend and conform.
Sick of all your propaganda.
It lingers like a storm.

Puppet master you pull the strings.
Great disaster is all that you bring.
Siphoning positivity until it turns to air.
Vicious in your every moment.
You’ve stolen individuality!

Warped in your twisted visions.
Prey on those who cannot see.
Mantis in sheep’s clothing.
Killing oh so freely.
With hands bathed in soot.
You think you’re clean.
Reality is you are a disease.
You should be wiped clean.

Puppet master you pull the strings.
Great disaster is all that you bring.
Siphoning positivity until it turns to air.
Vicious in your every moment.
You’ve stolen hope and prosperity!

Psycho slaughter is what you lead the hypnotised too.
Defacing all that came before to stop the masses from turning on you.

What an infection.
Virus that refuses to fade.
Virulent in your deception.
About time I cut you free.

Get away.
Step back.
No more will you be worshipped.
Destroyer of peace and harmony.
Putrid monster obsessed with governing everybody.