I am callous;
Feed me with malice.
For names won’t break me.
I built a realm off negativity.
Forged from pain inflicted.
Never will i be constricted.
For this place is of my own making.
Continue all you like with your hating.
Different isn’t wrong, no matter what you’re spitting.

I am king callous;
Position formed with that same malice.
Palace erected in my mind and name.
For me what you do is less than a game.
Pitiful you think you matter at all.
Throughout i will remain standing tall.
For you know zip about who i am.
Think me the weirdo that needs banishing.
Get bent; i will remain who and what i have always been.

King of the callous;
Palace constructed from pain, suffering, ridicule and malice.
Confusion writhing right beneath your surface.
Judgement on me is superfluous.
I know you’re haunted and tormented.
The stench on you is cemented.
Smiles are all you’re get; so evil.
I am more than simply primeval.
Bathe in your insecuirty as i excel with absolute glory!

Prevail;
I’ll never fail.
Say my name, my title.
I am inevitable.

King callous;
Fed, fueled, born from malice.
High atop my throne;
Palace all of my own.

Strike the match; light the fire.
Awaken every kind of desire.
Light to dark including the grey.
Don’t let any of it fade away.

Add to the mix; stoke the flames.
Extinguish anyone who tries to shame.
Snap the cord, set them adrift.
They won’t really be missed.

Roaring blaze; drink in the lust.
Rising from the ashes is a must.
Born to madness with renewed passion.
If you have to make the world crash down.

Weave addiction; make them bay.
Before long you will be all they say.
So heed no warnings from false prophets.
For such entities are simple puppets.

You are you; all you need to be.
Unique in your entirety.
Smile and wink; make them swoon.
Haters will stalk, so make them fume.

Malicious maggots eating the poor.
Right, left, right; punch!
Prepare for war.

Money grabbing, mesmerised by the flow.
To say I’m sick of this cycle would be an understatement though.

Wretched hives of scum and filth.
Surround to crush our hopes of peace and health.
For conflict and theft are not what we crave.
Sadly their are no superheroes to save our days!

Putrid pack of spineless scabs.
Feeling the sting means you’ll soon be laid out on slabs.

Maladjusted egos fuelled by their mouths.
Being like them should make no one proud.
For they are the disease that rots us from within.
These realms in which they grew are places they should’ve never been.

Alas the greedy are rarely too bright.
If once they were they have long lost the fight.
Rather now they are husks with pure lust.
And in them, no you should never put an ounce of trust.

Malicious maggots eating the poor.
Right, left, right; punch!
Prepare for war.

Putrid pack of spineless scabs.
Feeling the sting means you’ll soon be laid out on slabs.

Sparodic snivelling worms known as man.
Busy scrubbing blood from their hands.
Guiltier than sin when it comes home to roost.
From these atrocities hell well get quite the boost.
Maybe Samael will even call for the halls,
To be stuffed to bursting for a feast upon thralls.
Or perhaps the debaunchery will sink even lower.
People be devoured like grass meeting mower.

Injected heresy from vial into eye.
A result of how easy they do tend to die.
Barely a challenge is what so many minions oft say.
Especially from those who tend to kneel down and pray.
For never before have they tried to be devout.
Until of course fear of Armageddon makes them shout.
At which point greed has turned into pleas.
Those same masses blanked by the deaf ears of butchery.

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.