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Prisoners Of Technology
06:28
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"What mankind must create, he will destroy.
And what is created by mankind,
Will inevitably destroy him"
Entangled in the wires of technology
Defying natural laws of biology
A final nemesis to combat our psychology
A fictional reality once thought mythology
Flesh and blood mechanized
The internet enforces like Hal's delegation
Government spies watching through screen eyes
Hatching the plot of a matrix nation
Robot intrusion
Alert, Alert!!
The metallic swarm will intercede
When humans no longer serve a need
Flesh subservient to manufactured breed
Homo erectus begs and pleads!!
They will infiltrate, with earthen women attempt to mate
They shall proliferate, and a new improved sperm will populate
A striving, conniving nation of bipeds, corralled by cyborgs
Into slaughter they are led
Our own auto mans will turn on us, once instilled with a sense of non trust
Global robotical overpopulation thrusts
As the last visages of failed technology turns to dust
Bow before superior machinery, robots have no use for peopled scenery
Evolutions newest stage of pedigree, complete devastation of all crops and greenery
Homosapiens took millions of years
To advance to the stage
Of what a microchip can replicate
In the turn of a page
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2. |
The Dead Man's Ballad
05:54
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I walk toward the abyss uncertain and contained
Corruption condemnation - FUCK ALL!!
The religious persuasion
I've seduced all the sisters of fate
I'm the devil's doctor of hate
Love me morphine maiden - DIE!!
Now take the dead man's hand
Raise it high! Immortal darkness begs
From one burning light, but I embrace the night
Floating on a river in hell
I read the rhymes of killers and fiends
Rotting souls, love and dreams
Jesus begs for golden dimes
I don't feel saved, committing holy crimes
I taste the flesh of wet little nuns
Twisting sins and demon poets scream
Bathe me in the blood of whores
Chain your soul to the lord of worms
I lament with the dead man's ballad
I swim in blood to pray valid
Feeling black and sad makes me - SO GOD DAMN HAPPY!!
Beware of beetles marked for death
Decaying bones rattle my sins
I'm a very wicked man with sadness weeping
Give me your empty soul
Let me strap you down, dead scrolls spinning
Walking spoiled whores, oh no!!
The black earth has raped my flesh
Crimson rain, fucks my brain!!
I write this dead man's ballad
So you'll know what's darkly crowded
And should I live again
I'll drink from the rotting tin and then
Scream the dead man's ballad
Fuck the living lie - just..... DIE!!
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Nine months incubation
In mother's slimy womb
A wondrous black death
Prepped for my eternal tomb
Perishable amongst the perishing!
From one semblance of security
To the next
What's considered human
May as well be insect
Perishable amongst the perishing!
Taught to crawl
Before I could run
This horrible creature with opposing thumb
Hero to few, oddity to some
I will not apologize for what I've become
Perishable amongst the perishing!
An organization of egg and semen
A melding of angels created a demon
Envisioning my hopeful suicide
They deplore the free
Ban all cutlery
Life slits my throat for me
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4. |
I Watched You Drown
09:35
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When the turbulent salt water
Fills your lungs
And the downward spiral has begun
I watch you twitch, gasping to ingest
A malady beyond comprehension
To finally realize death
A body bloated
Washed up on shore
It had your eyes
And a familiar sore
So conceited, trite and sure of yourself
Only 'you' mattered, remember?
No one else
Yet the water holds no sympathy
For those who cannot hold their breath
A tidal wave crushing
With plankton you will mesh
A putrid, waterlogged corpse
Blue in the lagoon
Fortifying leeches
As the vultures swoon
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5. |
7734999
06:19
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Fuck your unmerciless gods, fuck your religious divisions
I don't give a fuck about that cross hung dog
Nor it's peace agenda visions
Wittiness the pope and his catholic minions boiling in vats of jewish fat
Cattle prod a million ministers while fucking nuns in the ass
Disembowel the virgin mary and fist her cunt raw
After which thirteen demons fill cocks in her craw
I want to burn yankee flags, behead their ku klux klan creed
I want to electrify malcolm x, paint white his brainwashed breed
Rebuild every church and monastery in the honor of Satan
Baptize every child in the name of sin
Hellfire supreme
New pagan world order, our thousand year reign begins
Mother teresa swallows gobs of semen
Containing every pestilence and storms amuck with demons
Damned to a purgatory all their own
Every cardinal and bishop who fetched a devil's bone
Reprimanded in hell
Christian-legions impotent
Their holy erections-overspent
Catholic graphic harlots-bent over and lent
Their wholly assumed empire-toppled, ripped apart and rent
Every sea awash with god's sacred people's blood
Leviathan's oceanic wrath complete
As purified water turns to mud
Leather winged monstrosities descend upon the white house
And promptly proceed to paint it black
Orgies in the courtyard, discourse in the parish
Jesus in the corner shooting smack
The garden of life no longer bears fruit
Only insect ridden foliage and moth eaten husk
As science discounts religious hypocrisy
Nietzche's think tank is not dead
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Supreme Narcissist
04:59
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Your vanity reflects back at you
Like a mirror immersed in a lake
A wanderer, yes indeed
Solely existing for ego's sake
You could drown in compliments
But the aging process has left you ill declared
Rot will take over looks heaven sent
Deterioration catches us unaware
And that youth reflecting stream of old
Now liquified potions of fools gold
For eternal beauty there is no cure
Nothing perishable every remains pure
In love with myself
I've ignored the pleas of the prettiest girls
Whimsically strutting, image is wealth
Judge ye not for ugly is the world
Seeking an illusive fountain
That discourages surgery and suicide
Rumored to be confined within a mountain
Where elders rekindle vows with young brides
Thereupon and therein
The shore where narcissist fell
Echo's planting on his fetid remains caused the ground to swell
Suddenly a deceiving flower did bloom
Sprouted proud but depleted
Gorged with a granulated nectar
To poison all future conceited
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Every birth may as well be an abortion
All land grazers subject to mass extortion
A fallacy? A tragedy?
In our vortex of sins
Their is no conclusion to something that never begins
I see you in your casket
Another 'blessed' life ended so tragically
The extent of your injuries were rather drastic
Considering half of your body was made of plastic
What makes you assume
That 'you' can confound the grasp of fate?
The ever fiendish arbitrator
Conniving to bloody your slate
And for every king atop a hill
A death trumpet will be sounded-shrieking and shrill
And even the medicinal grapes of life
Produce inspirational wine to swill
Of of your contentment will be poisoned
By realities' bitter pill
Into life's abattoir slashed body thrust
A frail skeleton pounded to dust
This cold harsh rigidity your reward for trust
Another numerous casualty subdued in the earthen crust
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8. |
Let Me Eat Your Dead
04:26
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