1. |
Scorcher
02:32
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Years slip by.
Still no closer
To acceptance.
Walls painted with blood
From violence self-inflicted.
Reliving the moment
When you’re rejected.
In bitterness
And desperation
Reason subsides.
Feel the heat
Of a bridge
Burning at your back.
Substance abuse
And self-hatred
All you have left.
Lash out against the object of your obsession,
Hurting only yourself in the process.
When you subsist on lies for long enough
The truth sounds like the grossest deception.
Push it out of your mind with misdirected aggression.
Pathetically pleading for someone’s attention.
Walls painted with blood
From violence self-inflicted.
Lost in a labyrinth of your delusion,
Hopelessly clinging to an illusion.
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2. |
ROI
02:08
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Traded my soul for a 401K.
Whoring myself every day.
I’ll write anything if you pay.
We’re all inundated
By a flood of bullshit,
And I’m the one who baited
The hook you bit.
Never thought
I could
Peddle falsehood
Just for an easy buck.
But I guess I don’t give a fuck.
Another day wasted in this place.
In the mirror I see my father’s face.
All information coopted,
And every system corrupted.
Your potential consigned
To an ash heap of the mind.
Confined to a room
Of chimps with typewriters,
Pounding away for corporate masters.
Underpaid shills
Create thought leaders.
Pay the bills
And kill your readers.
Don’t believe a goddamn word I say.
No dignity as I die every day.
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3. |
Cult of Ignorance
02:38
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We shall rise, great once more
As we were some time before.
Not what you say - it’s how you say it.
A tantrum thrown by an idiot.
Wear your privilege
As a badge of merit.
Contempt for knowledge
Lures the desperate.
Prejudices held sacred.
Understanding is rejected.
Pluck out your own eyes
To see the savior’s guise
As you fall into line.
Bring out the scapegoats
And incite the slaughter.
We’ve seen the enemy
Sink beneath the water.
The callous lead the blind.
Faith locks a closed mind.
Cult of ignorance.
Fear is power.
Thought is weakness.
The master’s curs
Feast on his scraps.
Protect our way of life
Through isolation.
A wall to keep the vermin out
Of this rotting nation.
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4. |
Screaming Across the Sky
05:11
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Building more efficient means
To slaughter and to maim,
And counting down the days
Until they’re turned on you.
States engulfed in flames
And cultures drowned in blood.
Civilization gives way
To universal terror.
Reaping the seeds once sown
By imperial arrogance.
Dominance is now imposed
Through rape and execution.
Excising thought and reason,
Compassion shorn away.
Caliphate fills the void,
History burning in its wake.
Leave no one alive.
Answer stones with tanks.
Answer guns with bombs.
Answer drones with poison.
Tyranny turns to chaos turns to genocide.
Once more, a screaming comes across the sky.
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5. |
Mammon and Moloch
02:16
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For all your sanctimony
Your only god is money,
And on profit’s altar
You offer sons and daughters.
Mammon tempts - Moloch devours.
The white shroud you don
Does nothing to conceal
The darkening stains
Of innocent blood spilled.
Venom of the corrupt
Sipped from poisoned cup.
Your words ring hollow.
Deception proves shallow.
Plead your ignorance.
Play on intolerance.
Lips mouth denial.
Platitudes turn bile.
Lives ravaged and cut short.
Button-down demons hold court.
Mammon tempts - Moloch devours.
Children die for wealth of cowards.
Bureaucracy your only shield
When venality stands revealed.
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6. |
Cat’s Cradle
04:46
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Last vestiges of civilization
Swallowed by self-immolation.
Enlightenment and inclusion
Prove a vacant facade.
No room for doubt - just guile.
The confidence of the vile.
Insularity, xenophobia
Have their day in nuclear glare.
Laying our cards on the table,
There’s no fucking cat and no cradle.
The bloodlust wells up again.
Lines are drawn in the sand.
The dreams of peace
We once shared.
Giving way to final nightmare.
Violent lure of gratification
Capturing all in stagnation.
Locked in fruitless competition.
Slouching to extinction.
We get the end that we deserve
For our arrogance and our greed.
Last act in theatre of the absurd.
Capital left no room for empathy.
Let’s get the fuck out of here.
On a train headed for nowhere.
Trace the countless strands
Held by withered hands.
Still no fucking cat
And still no cradle.
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7. |
On the Day of Execution
07:35
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Carve another name into the memorial.
We watch you rot and fall.
In you we saw what we wished to be.
Brought low by mortality.
Carve another name into sand
For another hero damned.
Leave behind legs of stone,
Gods revealed as flesh and bone.
No matter what you say
Or allow yourself to see,
Death brings only your decay.
What you’ve been is all you’ll be.
Comforted by cold embrace,
All you cared for is erased.
On the day of execution.
Starless night in black.
It’s only getting darker.
Longing to go back,
But I’ll be lost here.
On the day of execution.
In this artificial world, is suffering all that’s real?
Writ upon every brow, “Et in arcadia, ego.”
Rot and fall.
On the day of execution,
Plaintive cry for absolution.
Your despair is a trap.
That way lies the noose.
Blinded by empty pap.
We turn our fears loose.
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8. |
Kakistocracy
03:37
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The end of the empire.
Nero live-tweets the fire.
Lunatics take bedlam.
Purify the asylum.
Kakistocracy -
The power of hypocrisy.
Nuclear arsenal
Becomes a child’s toy.
A world of enemies
For him to destroy.
Turn the flock over
To wolves at the door.
They scarcely hide
Fangs stained by gore.
Kneel before the spray-tanned face of destruction
And get over it, losers.
The mob takes revenge
With strength fueled by
A century of resentment.
Ready to grab a nation by its pussy
And refuse to let go.
A clown is named ringmaster.
The main event is disaster.
Watch as reason is shackled
And science led to the scaffold.
Exalt narcissism,
Suicidal nihilism.
Obsequious cronies in the wings.
Maggots play at being kings.
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9. |
Blast Beats and Cocaine
01:51
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Take the stage like a Norse god,
Terrified I am a fraud.
My fragility
Masked by corpse paint.
Loins girded by bullet belt,
Spit upon the saints.
All it takes is a spooky name
And the right battle vest.
I can live with Mom forever,
And no one will ever suspect.
I am lord of this realm,
Slaughtering Christians left and right.
Offer praise to only Satan.
Snort a rail; start a fight.
Never again will I be alone,
For I have hatred on my side.
Death and pestilence reign supreme.
I swear I've never cried.
The ultimate apotheosis –
Tolkien nerds turn white power bullies.
The ultimate apotheosis –
Blast beats and cocaine.
I am the warrior sent to crush you
Under boots the size of my ego.
Spiraling to self-destruction
While bemoaning my oppression.
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10. |
Coins for the Ferryman
06:12
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The tragic irony,
Jester in agony.
No one should die like this.
All those sordid stories
Of drunken glories
Shadowed by the abyss.
The chimes at midnight
Now go silent.
Your life torn away
Swift and violent.
Dancing on the edge
Till the day you stumble.
Looking for sense in the chaos
Can only lead to madness.
Narratives formed out of grief,
The terror that fuels belief.
A cold consolation
After devastation:
A fitting tribute.
Waiting to follow suit.
Accelerating decay.
Devoured from within.
You dwindle to ashes.
Every gesture is a futile one
In the face of loss.
Coins for the ferryman.
Still a river to cross.
The players disappear
When the curtains fall.
There’s no grand finale
And no last call.
By a voice haunted still, a voice now silenced.
Empty words, hope for healing.
With a wound still gaping.
Coins for the ferryman.
Fill your cup at Lethe and drink deep.
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11. |
The Devil’s Party
02:25
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Cynicism and apathy
Murder inspiration.
Lost in your own disguise,
A self-annihilation.
The center cannot hold.
A culture bought and sold.
There is no turning back.
The battle rages on.
Though my senses dull,
Still a war to be won.
The enemy’s always been
An insurmountable force,
And yet we carry on,
Staying the course.
In defiance of reason.
A world of cold calculation,
Of lies and domination.
But the Devil’s Party
Still survives.
We refuse our fetters,
And Hell revives.
This is the only fight
That’s ever mattered.
The one for our own minds,
For souls bruised and battered.
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