Punctured lung, the sick scream what fun.
What breeds in society is sadness and the gun!

Warped perspective of reality as a whole.
Some even make its exportation their goal.
But why corrupt what has not been tainted?
Because you think you are sainted.

Melodrama fused with a crash.
With your type there is no such thing as rash.
Instead a victim is simply a source.
You sick shallow entity should suffer recourse.

Battered shell that just won’t hold.
Too focused and busy with digging hearts ’til they’re cold.

Sweet sincere horror has become fuel for mass.
If only they could all be struck down in a flash.
Sadly as yet they continue to multiply.
Best hope is that some day they’ll wither and fry.

Molded by distress, despair and division.
Truth be told they were once but an incision.
Stuffed into the heart of one single soul.
Now they are hard and numerous as coal.

Shattered remnant once with a smile.
What stands before us now is vicious like a crocodile.

Trapped in a box I made for myself.
Positioned high up on a shelf.
Forged these bonds which now will not break.
Pull my cord; I’m not fake.

Time after time; contradictions are rising.
Life after life; I rupture happiness by biting.
With no more chances or steps to take.
That which remains is my eternal mistake.
Scoop out the positive to replace with malice.
Every sunrise I drink this poisoned chalice!

Carve my name across rancid flesh.
Berate, don’t relate, manipulate at the gate.
Screech in my face until I relent.
No, never, you can’t make me repent.

Time after time; contradictions are rising.
Life after life; I rupture happiness by biting.
With no more chances or steps to take.
That which remains is my eternal mistake.
Scoop out the positive to replace with malice.
Every sunrise I drink this poisoned chalice!

Proof off the table but verdict not in the bin.
Each breath I take is accused of sin.
Torturous anthology of what outcast can be.
Pick up the pieces, hit me again.
This is how it tends to be!

Violence!
Disingenuous circumstance.
Blame culture.
You bastards are circling…
Pull my inbuilt trigger!

Time after time; contradictions are rising.
Life after life; I rupture happiness by biting.

Like nails down a chalk board,
Interesting times is all i have heard.
Makes me want to spit its got so dull.
Whatever happened to progress and prosperity?
Think it must be buried under mountains of bureauocracy.

Take your judgements as you sell our futures.
Guarantee its all executed.
And if you proclaim that isn’t your intent,
Well you’re only lying to your rotten self.

Bullets in buggys without a second thought.
Your rights eroded cause they’ve been bought.
Few are the voices who rule for all.
Do you not hear the impending final call?
If you don’t then know that it is near and soon you’ll disappear.

Take your judgements as you sell our futures.
Guarantee its all executed.
And if you proclaim that isn’t your intent,
Well you’re only lying to your rotten self.

Regression by fascist design.
A direction in which power does decline.
Severing the masses from what they wish.
Dictating using extremist cult mentality bullshit!

Take your judgements as you sell our futures.
Guarantee its all executed.
And if you proclaim that isn’t your intent,
Well you’re only lying to your rotten self.

Rights being thrown to the dogs.
Taken away by greedy rich sods.
What a position to find your home in.
Feel sorry for all those newly reopressed citizens.

How did it end up this way?
Reality is I cannot quite say.
Seems like a dream but truly its not.
What will be next, dictatorship branded as God?

Civilization crumbling under weight of madness.
Too many far end psycho ranters.
Subjugation inforced by mock claims of heresy.
Strike down the masses until they agree.
Enslave the populace, make them cattle, force they obey!

Fear is the new currency.
They are not of this word known as free.
For all that matters is to kneel and submit.
If you refuse its to the depths you’ll be forced to frequent.

Pious bastards all truth be told.
Their grips becoming more than a hold.
Strangling freedom from being a right.
All they wish is for you to lay down and die.

Civilization crumbling under weight of madness.
Too many far end psycho ranters.
Subjugation inforced by mock claims of heresy.
Strike down the masses until they agree.
Enslave the populace, make them cattle, force they obey!

Too many faces back on display.
Whichever is yapping I wish would go away.
The sound is droning so bad I could scream.
Won’t admit cause I know that would make you beam.

Smile from ear to ear.
Get out of here.
Smarmy and insincere.
Don’t try and spout another word.

Pack of excuses stuffed into your head.
If that was me I would have begun to bled.
For the pressure it causes must be extreme.
But for you it must be different cause you’re shouting about being supreme.

Grin like a high clown.
Pushing me down.
Determined to make me frown.
Yet you’re the one who calls me monster.

Impassioned by the manipulation you breed inside.
With you every other second is a violent ride.
No real time to catch a breath before you dive off the edge.
Not a way I can live my life.
Slap me with a cowards bite.
Kick and scream and moan some more.
Espouse and claim I am a bore.
No soul, no care, no hint of being fun.
In your eyes I am the sacrificial one.
But truth be told its cause I know the real you,
And you don’t want me to be able to,
Speak my mind and the facts.
Reality would shatter the illusionary grasp.

So paint a picture that you’re a victim.
But deep down you know the ending is not written.
I wasn’t the first so won’t be the last.
Think you can hide your parasitic lash?

All you want is to gain,
Your craving is for fame!

Corpo service whore.
Sick and tired, you are a bore.
Sucking life, so only husk remains.
Turning the knife until mulch is our brains.

Paradise cannot be bought by bastards.
Sell your soul won’t fix the cracks in,
The face of what you believe is god.
Reality is you are a heartless fraud.
Focused on only breeding money.
Could you really be more hungry?
I say no but you’ll argue the opposite.
Its why I’m long past giving a shit!

Corpo service whore.
Sick and tired, you are a bore.
Sucking life, so only husk remains.
Turning the knife until mulch is our brains.

Parasitic defines you you effortlessly.
Knee jerk reaction, but not from me.
Cause when the chips are down i don’t cheat.
Your blushing so clearly i’ve hit where you are weak.
As if you didn’y think you could be figured.
Well of course you can as you’re not unique.
Just another bot off the assembly line.
Wasting away what to me is precious time.

Corpo service whore.
Sick and tired, you are a bore.
Sucking life, so only husk remains.
Turning the knife until mulch is our brains.

Not again.
Won’t partake.
Sold your soul.
No, I won’t deliberate.
Barter, beg, lie and steal.
Made your bed, now choke on that spiel.

Corpo service whore.
Sick and tired, you are a bore.
Sucking life, so only husk remains.
Turning the knife until mulch is our brains.

Propserity begins to fade away.
Our best days never had a chance to stay.
Too busy fighting false,
With no attempt at changing course.
After all words are cheap; easy to say.
Actions are what have been needed, ok?
But now the end is becoming nigh.
Its not hopeless though we might not act in time.

Change is an option; don’t disagree.
Though past successes are no guarantee.
Just because we did doesn’t mean we can once more.
To be honest we are hubris’ whore.
Wedded to our way of being,
But when our times up there’ll be no hope of fleeing.

Lightless eyes govern the treasure.
Not material matters but true agendas.
Will anyone unalign?
If its not soon then we will not redefine.
Rather we’ll slip ’til we embody our decay.
Something that would benefit nobody.
So make demands to those gripped by greed.
Before suffering becomes a deadly disease.

Change is an option; don’t disagree.
Though past successes are no guarantee.
Just because we did doesn’t mean we can once more.
To be honest we are hubris’ whore.
Wedded to our way of being,
But when our times up there’ll be no hope of fleeing.

Alarm bell signals our death,
Too late we made movements.
Our hearts failed to overrule our comfort.
So now we watch as our lives go absent.
Aborted Earth will rise again,
Its us who won’t be witnessing sich a thing.
I would say sad but arrogance was the cause.
Allowed it to exploit and magnify our flaws.

Change was an option; don’t disagree.
Though past successes were no guarantee.
Just because we did doesn’t mean we could’ve once more.
To be honest we have remained hubris’ whore.
Wedded to our way of being,
And now our times up there’s no hope of fleeing.

Divide once then do it again.
No one left standing at the end.
Simple psycho, you’ve been branded.
Amputate truth until its slanted.
Built up only lies.
Criminalise those with open eyes.
Sick tradition which has taken root.
Freedom crushed under hierarchical boot.

System shock.
Brain in a lock.
Paralysed, desensitised.
System corrupt.
We can’t disrupt,
We’re anesthetised!

Watched through a lens, observation.
One false move invites condemnation.
Suspicious eyes will see you blind.
Thinking is not the way of our time.
Just be a sheep and bleet their rhyme.
No more decision or time to shine.
So accept unless you wish to be,
Acquainted with that grave deep enough for everybody.

System shock.
Brain in a lock.
Paralysed, desensitised.
System corrupt.
We can’t disrupt,
We’re anesthetised!

But if you don’t believe me then look past the veil.
For these are not words meant to make you fail.
Rather you should find the truth and make a choice.
After all; your life, your voice!

System shock.
Brain in a lock.
Paralysed, desensitised.
System corrupt.
We can’t disrupt,
We’re again anesthetised.

Anesthe-tised.
Anesthe-tised.
Don’t you de-spise.
Being trapped inside.
Injected with lies.
Silenced and deprived.
Break from the…

System shock.
Brain in a lock.
Paralysed, desensitised.
System corrupt.
We can’t disrupt,
We’re anesthetised.

Wandered through the streets of fame,
This place where all there is are names.
I do not and have no will to belong.
Right at that moment began a song.
Sweet melody as it tolled.
An earworm you could not control.

And I know you’re waiting for the sting.
Truth is there is no such thing.

I left that place to which I was not suited.
Took a stroll without an aim.
Walked for hours winding left and right,
Until finally I reached a kite.
At one end stood a boy smiling with all the joy.
It was infectious I must admit, so I watched for a bit.

Wind pulled the kite to and fro.
Was soothing to see it though.
But not long after the boy was done.
Packed his things and scampered on.
I did much the same as he, returning to my journey.
And by the time I reached the finish, the sun had greatly diminished.

Legs stiff and aching some.
Not a complaint just an observation.
Why I felt compelled to climb into my bath.
To soak in hopes of easing their wrath.
During such time I did conclude;
Life is better when you’re on the move.

Emma was always the brightest star.
Told as a child by everyone she could go real far.
Dreams boiled inside her head with all the things that those words meant.
From dawn ’til dusk she worked as hard as she could.
Even sickness didn’t slow her lust to achieve.
But sadly her shine didn’t have the chance to alight.
Instead reality decided it would crush it one night.
Bent over an oil drum; terror left to replace her joy.
That day her dreams became a distant memory.
And ever since she’s remained locked inside.
Thirst for safety has replaced her old lust for life.
Some might call it a sad tale.
I’d call that a gross understatement.
A horrific truth that should not be.
No pride should be taken from the destruction of somebody.
For all have and should be provided the opportunity to burn bright.