1. |
Hypochondriasis
04:37
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I bit your hand
While you never knew it
You will suffer
Until the end
It’d be nice if you’d notice
Who gives a fuck anyway?
We will suffer
Until the end of
Time… is…
Caving in
There’s no one left around
You’ve seen
What I am
We will suffer till we all end
But nobody’d no it
So get the fuck out of here
Cause you seem sick
We will suffer
Until the end of time
Suffering… suffering…
Bastard
No matter where you go
My eyes are on you
Don’t Feel bad… defy
Elevate your mind
The day’s becoming
Reckless
Do you have time for more?
No!
You say your fucked up
You say your sick
You say your suffering
But can’t stand your shit
Chronic hypochondriasis
Or existentialism
Now raise you hand
If you’re scared of life
You know, you know,
You’ve done what’s right
You know, I think it’s fucking
Bullshit
You still say your fucked up
You still say your sick
You still say your suffering
And I still can’t stand your shit
You will always be alone
You think everything’ll turn out fine
Well, I don’t buy it
Who gives a fuck anyway?
Well, I’ll tell you
We will… suffer… until the end of
Time… ends…
There’s nothing you… can do
Elavin… wellbutrin… nardil
The time has come for understanding life
And all bleakness
Wrapped in experience
Beyond your perception,
The end
Drifting further in to oblivion
Trapped in my mind
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2. |
Unholy Moly
03:44
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One more
Faceless
in a world of
Billions.
Aware,
But silent.
Envision dreams
Of vastness.
Enslaved.
Dollar
Dictates happiness.
Retained
By fierce
Power gods.
Gods.
Caged in a box that
Seems to have no end
But the chains are in place.
And the wall stands
Opposite the blindfold
Born into the imprisonment
We all face.
Never knowing the truth of honest power.
Coaxed by those whom have tarnished the truth.
Silencing freedom once screamed for
With mock rules and twisted lies.
Blind to the truth that sets us free
Ten trillion dollar blindfold tied tight by consumocracy.
Question to membrane.
Deranged, insane?
Knowledge is nothing
For he who sees
While living blinded.
Knees deep and socializing
Paralyzed
With others blinded.
Capture the menace
Of those who surround him.
Astonished within.
Can’t believe we let this happen.
Shifting eyes
Tear through congested minds.
Sacrifice your life.
Your piece of mind.
Delirium from soulless cooperation’s
Building walls of fear.
Another one faceless
in a world of billions.
Aware but silent
Anxious to the point of nausea.
I’ve got to get out.
I've got to get out
Careening full throttle.
Inhaling fragments
Of torture and lies
I’ve got to get out
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3. |
Baby Paste
05:11
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The heads the arms the legs
Infant bodies, finely ground
They’re making paste
Without guilt or fear
Consume the future, despair
Baby paste
Baby paste
Future's taste
Babies
Grotesque future
Consumption
Wasted flesh will be crushed
Filled with sickness
Madness' bliss
To feed the masses
Food addicts
Feed the hungry
Serve the greedy
Blood so viscous
Paste delicious
I am dying for some baby paste
Filled with disgust
Processed addiction
On and on
Your future
Dead on the floor
Scrumptious carcass
Transformed
Pasteurized and filled with goodness
Baby paste
On and on
Your fetus
Served in bowl
You love it
You want more
Ground up bits chalk full of goodness
Baby paste
Wasted flesh
Filled with sickness
And soulless reasoning
Their feet, their hands, their ears
Their hearts
Smashed and ground into paste
Processed fetus
Spiced to taste
Packaged and sold
Consumer’s fate
Addiction grows inside
Deliberate power lust
The profit grown of lies
A feast too good to pass up
The heads the arms the legs
Infant bodies everywhere
They’re making paste
Without guilt or fear
Abort the future despair
Feed the hunger
Feed the fear
Feed the addicts everywhere
Go!
Serve the greedy
Forever consuming
Mindless addict
Gone. Distracted.
Dying for some baby paste
Smashed and ground into paste
Smashed and ground into paste…
Addiction to fear
Compulsive overeating
Responsibility failed
And turned against us
Always searching for more
Child killed in the whore
Canned and sold in the store
Never a chance to be more
Soon it is clear
We’re faced with
Addiction
To processed abortions
Your head
Filled with poisons
Feeding madness' bliss
Mother father
I cannot forgive you
You killed me and Ate me
Fed your addiction
Hunger
It cripples most the world
And Leaves it powerless
Crush the young
And make them in to baby
Paste
Feed addiction
With youthful calories
Go eat the young
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