Explode!
Fresh line in the play.
What’s the latest trend we’re meant to obey?

Cause violent delights are wed in time.
And no one left is out of line.
Too much in with little free.
Wrap the blister and let it be.

Screaming!
From here in the womb.
I have to say it feels like a tomb.

Punctuate and lets cuts down the crime.
Moments of disbelief are rhyme.
Butchers hook with no saviour.
Twisted by denial behaviour.

Paradox!
Insert the crazy.
Won’t you look and see that its hazy?

Wearing souls dispossessed from in the mine.
Deicide granted by a whine.
Sown shut from all the torture.
Breed a realm of pure disorder.

Falsify!
Rust is seeping in.
All the mirror shows is living sin.

Stare in the eyes of oh so pretty.
Might bring forth a brand new ditty.
Croon until the sun comes up.
Then repeat until filled is the cup.
From here on out its up to you.
Exploitation doesn’t have to spew.
Breed like bacteria in a jar.
Your twinned lives can go far.
Effort is the name of the game.
Don’t expect to gain an ounce of fame.
If celebrity is what your crave.
Best you both decide to wave,
Goodbye and fare thee well.
Neither of you are under a spell.
But is that what you truly seek?
Be honest as there is no retreat.
A choice is final and cannot be rewound.
Reconvergence is not a tactic that is sound.
Luck is how best to term if you reconnect.
Does that sound like an option to select?
It is an option I will agree but…
Well make your decision as you want it to be.
Pressure comes only from inside.
I ask you are sure before you decide,
Times up I’m sorry to say.
What will be your choice today?
Defer I’m afraid is not in the cards.
It’s not like I’m one of the bards.
You take each other over renown?
No, I don’t think the decision will let you down.
Work is hard but you can prevail.
Perfect union through life to sail.
Now scoot along for I’ve done my bit.
Yes that’s right, you have all the spirit.
Hence why I wish you well.
This pair will avoid the tentacles of hell.
I’m on my way and overjoyed,
For they circumvented the trap I deployed.
So few do, I’m saddened to say.
Will this is the end; no really.

From the heavens descended every spectre.
We watched and declared it disaster.
No thought for the loss or the victim.
This is the epitome of our system.
Think of one but not the whole.
Regressed thinking is the toll.

Matched in shadows and fractured in light.
Seconds are but a start of the fight.
Telegraph devoid of point.
It’s like a species wide joint.
Inhale to bring forth the delusion.
Enemy is our only conclusion.

Birthed out of inflicted chaos.
Nail ourselves unto the cross.
Withered skin twinned with pain.
We are at it yet again.
Except we refuse to see.
Soon we will define misery.

Carved our souls to fashion what’s elite.
Its a tool which we use to beat,
Sanity out of the wise who we need.
These are the patterns of our greed.
An idol of glass is the sinners spawn.
Watch it as our blood is drawn.

Melted face of our forsaken promise.
No longer can we bow to the goddess.
Crooked face deformed by the crone.
Our failing about which we do moan.
Prophecy has now come to pass.
Our humanity is a farce.

What is your star?
Is there a sun?
Do you continue?
Or run from the gun?

Scream to the heavens.
Demand of the skies.
Down in the depths is where we survive.
With a club in one fist and an axe on our backs.
Getting out is not as simple as that.
For when the rains descend, we do arise.
Cover your ears or be frozen alive!

What is your star?
Is there a sun?
Do you continue?
Or run from the gun?

Scratch at the walls.
Peel at the flesh.
Turbulence is eternal as is our breath.
But make a decree and we shall evoke,
Into your heart our weapons will poke.
Not for the first time we’ve been betrayed.
Try it and see how long last your days!

What is your star?
Is there a sun?
Do you continue?
Or run from the gun?

Twist the blade around for me.
The site is one that mesmerises see.
I’m in awe so can’t look away.
I wish for it to never end, ok?

Party harder you’re no martyr.
Count the crows until it goes.
Dosed up and falling down.
I’m not the jester, now where is my crown.
An idiom I can’t observe.
Once more trip right up the curb.
Festering core that resides within.
Count to three then forget again.

Paralytic;
You are the muse.
Light the match,
Strike the fuse.
Wave goodbye this is a ruse.
Recount faster;
Vent your views.

But still I cannot find peace.
Every moment its a claim; I am for the weak.
Lashed unto those who plot and scheme.
All I want is to be freed from them.

Not an option, I heard you say.
Reset the match to which I did not agree.
My head spinning and eyes so dull.
You call me predator but I say you’re full…
A claim which holds no weight.
Especially without the second beat.
I meant to cry shit and failed it well.
For my mistakes I become condemned to hell.

Paralytic;
You are the muse.
Light the match,
Strike the fuse.
Wave goodbye this is a ruse.
Recount faster;
Vent your views.

Interconnection across the dimension.
None of this was down to intention.
Strands that should have been left to fray.
What has continued needs to be cast away.
Markers from which more lives can fade.
Through the oily waters we all do wade.
Drowning in the madness of victory.
Lost sight on the lessons of history.
Jokers are the rulers above kings.
Do you hear the beating leather wings?
Realm where the import cannot be settled.
All the flowers are not pettled.
State of dismay you wish to ignore.
Try it and you will sink through the floor.
Cause this place might be a fable.
Let me give you the blade to cut the cable.
Distance us from the echoes corrupt.
The laws of reality is what does instruct.
Listen to the words as they come.
Otherwise everything is undone.
Duplication ends in blackhole.
Not something that should be made a goal.
Warped by the melancholy of a tie.
It is the source to embed a lie.
Don’t speak tongues you don’t believe.
Too few of us will be left to grieve.
So lend your hand but not to be bitten.
Severing the links can fix the system.
Binds that tie cannot be left intact.
All realities have to exist with that.
Soon the hour of none will come to toll.
Offer up the limited content bowl.
This universe without the excess.
To this win we can all confess.
Saviours declaring without duress.
This is how we undid all this.

Witch, witch; hypocrite.
You want me but I don’t want it.

Scouring deep in the trash,
Life is but a flash.
Built unto the victims,
Soon I might become conniptions.

Is this really the end?
Or will I be at it again?
A day late and a buck short.
Period you wish to abort.
So tell me if I’m right or wrong?
Because so much dallying has gone on.
From the source of the poison,
To the wear on my kin.
I am confused so I must be losing.

Witch, witch; hypocrite.
You want me but I don’t want it.
Witch, witch; hypocrite.
You want me but I don’t want it.

Sanctioned I run from the prize.
Too late for me to realise.
Butchered corners are leaning in.
Possession is just a meaning.

Fabrication for your cause of ash.
Maligned and redundant cash.
Name and face are just a ruse.
Too busy digging to satisfy you.
Barter until you reach a shelf.
Then dump it into a vessel without health.
Extort like it is your chore.
Martyr, don’t you come and see;
What is here is missing baby.

Witch, witch; hypocrite.
You want me but I don’t want it.
Witch, witch; hypocrite.
You want me but I don’t want it.

You wanted bustle and that’s what you have now.
Leading us around like a headless zombie cow.
Wish I could lie and say things will improve.
Each day results in another thoughtless move.
Sanctioned by madness with a beat of the drum.
It’s like you want this place to become a slum.
Empty borders with bodies piled high.
Listen to us is the dying cry.

Obsessed with the few to whom you bow.
All this suffering is what you did allow.
Frayed cords will not suspend the dread.
This state is turning the darkest red.
Polarise the masses without a care.
No way will you admit to causing despair.
Arrogant and blind you’re fixed on lies.
Hence why you are so despised.

Brittle are the backs of the many who break.
Under these stars you we do forsake;
Crushed under mountains you are the cause.
Too busy blabbing to acknolwedge your flaws.
Outline of sin you damned all you could.
Never did you think if you should.
Names attached to those departed.
Proof you are so black hearted.

Woven from dirt you think you’re a king.
Not sure if you’re even a human being.
Blind and stubborn you have not a clue.
If you’re not careful we’ll be coming for you.
For complicity in death makes you the killer.
At no point would you be considered a pillar.
Authority of soot, your morals are spent.
Pity you don’t know how to repent.

Branded and labelled as you deserve.
Worst of the bile that we can observe.
Joke if you must but it won’t change a thing.
All your mistakes you believe you can wring.
To take your place sat amongst the greats.
No one will let you through those gates.
Bankrupt and ruined will be your name.
Outplayed yourself in your own dumb game.

Encode and design, we will crack time.
What is the goal, if not for control?

Down in the dirt where the masses do gather.
We are the ones who breed and blather.
Offer statments through the maze.
Forever seeking voluminous praise.
Cause what we need is another shot.
Yet to inform it can’t be bought.
But that doesn’t mean it hits the spot.
Especially when our minds begin to rot.
It’s what we get for sinking in.
For swimmining in the code region.
Not a place for organic form.
It was meant for the machine born.

Encode and design, we will crack time.
What is the goal, if not for control?

Relink this to the next open node you see.
It’s as easy as counting from one to three.
Just looks complicated to the novice eye.
Either way you should give it a try.
Cause after that you can dive right in.
Search from wall to core system.
But whether you can get past the view,
Well I won’t spoil a thing for you.
It has to be ‘seen’ to be believed.
Not an image that can just be retrieved.
For the full effect would be lost.
Neither man nor machine wishes to pay that cost.

Encode and design, we will crack time.
What is the goal, if not for control?

Patchwork frame made of pure data.
Thousand years since it became a beta.
No it’s now on release number four.
Leave those worries at the digital door.
But heed the warnings we first offered you.
Spend too long in here your mind will stew.
And if you think that’s bad it gets far worse.
Your body will wither like it’s suffering a curse.
Past that this is all at your disposal.
If you want an answer simply submit the proposal.
Minds and machines will be happy to aid.
You really don’t have to look quite so afraid.

Encode and design, we will crack time.
What is the goal, if not for control?