Conjuring The Cull
Up from the depths and through the wind
I call for the power Necromancers verged and conjuring lambs for the slaughter
A proposition scribed in crimson on a parchment made of flesh
To behold, I am beholden to what is written in the blood
Working you to death conjuring the cull
As I manifest darkness conjuring the cull
Emaciated for the kill they are manufacturing my will I am the prophet extracting profit
From living corpses they are beholden to what is written in their blood
Working you to death conjuring the cull
As I manifest darkness the darkness of my soul
A veil forged in black not of the night
Agents of unseeing drifting out of sight
All that I can see is not of this plan
They are coming coming to reclaim
I am but a vessel shrouded vision of mass consumption
A great concealer and revealer I hone my will
Bound to the dark lower than the dust
Power I manifest authority you must entrust
Working you to death conjuring the cull
And as I manifest darkness of my soul
Tempting fate in dark introspection they did heed my carrion call
In a breath, a world-wide vision and in death, I bury you all
Siberian
March out, submissive, tundra-locked labor slaves
Eight years inside here, counting down our endless days
We are rationed, worked and flogged until bitter dusk dissolves
And backons back to here, so far from mother's arms
Each day, a penance, each night, a sigh through every night I ponder, what exists beyond these walls
This dreaded repetition, gnawed flesh, a shield gone numb
I'll tread this place no longer, tomorrow I'll be gone
Into the unforgiving, a bleak and barren land this rock, and birch-bound cradle, saps the life from me
No gods, no laws, just open empty earth at one with crystal-white, to die alone
Narodnaya, our time is nigh, open your door to the end
White clouds of frozen breath, these ghosts accompany waiting for death, together longing for release
And from my resting place, I stare at Narodnaya
Beneath the gray clouds brooding, the air escapes my lungs
Universal Untruths
This is a code red this is the crown of ire
As we decline into the void of inveracity
Where no one is to blame and nothing's ever real
And death is what unites us in fear
As time dissolves inside a blur of fragments
And we decline into the black of unreality
A fundamental flaw a system overload
Of means without ends we reap what we deserve
Hammering The Nails
Calls of distress echo through the maze whose name on the list is next?
This caustic derision, the abject dearth as we collapse in this open-ended cage
Now is all we have, yet blind we dance into the void
As we follow the one who leads from the rear hail to the chief: megalomaniac!
And we're hammering the nails down
As we each die clinging to the lies that hold our world in place
One by one, we reach the precipice as progeny of vice and avarice
Bleak is the vision, the cult end-time these are the days of the faithless god
And we're hammering the nails down
As we each die clinging to the lies that hold our world in place
Rivals not equals, all against all compassion rendered null and void
Breach and division, moral charades absurd inquisitions, sanity fades
We fake dissent, we breed deceit each fuels the other endlessly
And we're hammering the nails down
As we each die clinging to the lies that hold our world in place
And we're hammering the nails down
As we each die clinging to our lies
Heirs To Thievery
Disseminating myths upon a passive youth
Lets look back upon, some long-enshrouded truths
Where fables often tell, of tyrannies undone
As good guys all wear white, and wars are always won
Sweep away the dust from books carved so clean,
Glaring, stark omissions, rapacity unseen
What of foul deception treaties gone ignored?
Unjust annexations, and rough-riding hordes?
Why prevaricate Heirs to thievery
From Grande to St Lawrence, a nascent power heaved
Monroe Doctrine, Manifest Destiny decreed
Push to the Pacific, across the open see
Eliminate the natives and leave them a museum
Expansion had an engine - the slavery of man
From Cuba to Manila, we solidified our plan
Den of fucking thieves
Heroes, dripping out from texts as Gods
Liars, fueling fables, taught as axioms
American Idolatry
Burn, burn, Hollywood, burn...
Fetishized model-whores, images, airbrushed hardcore
Harlots, Hiltons, egoistic, wanton waifs
Plastic, paramours, skank pawns of culture war
Fake tits, facelifts 300 years of Enlightenment comes to this?
Voltaire is laughing, and Rousseau is puking
The joke is on us all their faces dissolve into thin air
They are trite and listless they are empty vessels
They are ink and pixels yet they walk the earth as Gods
Practitioner professionals of sloth, so fucking worthless
This worshiped parasite-celeprosy, let's start the fire
And melt those plastic faces into dust
The carrion of Leisure-class fueled waste this narcissistic venerated filth
The icons of a clueless populace the idols of a nation in decline
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