Societal Paralysis


So why don't you just fucking vote For a reason to live
After all, it's a fair system.
We'll keep up that myth.
There is a profit made from death Lies and deceit of man.
We'll sit and raise up a toast, To idiocy of men
Who hold the cure to this Curse, cast upon the human race.
Curse, cast upon the human fucking race.
Cut it out, cut it out.
Let's go. We stand at the bottom of an overmedicated and undereducated system.
A system build of slaves and there's no need for us to obey its pre planned purpose.
Hunt down the architects of deceit, cut it out.
Fuck this bullshit!
Repetition, manipulation, your intentions silenced.
The level of corruption spawns the filth out of the gutters.
Pollutions eats like maggots at the bowels of a societal Paralysis.
Hooked up to a propaganda based dialysis.
Indulging in a state of plastic idolisation.
As financial demons wreak their havoc behind a curtain stained with lies.
Carved up, of the tissue of what was once what you believed in.
Oh! We marched in the streets in opposition to the violence.
Maybe it's time to meet violence with violence in a violent civil disobedience.
In the darkness they are plotting and scheming, the insatiable ones.
Faceless as they pull the strings. Hunting like vultures.
Picking meat from the bones of weakened foes whilst casting spells of greed.
Remove the grasp, extract the curse and make them suffer.
Execute, extermination of this pathogen.
Fucking degenerates! Think about it; pieces of paper are your everything.
Entranced and servile.
Search out the devastation and dig at it's roots.
Follow the stream of that which controls everything.
Where does it spawn it's sickening darkened roots?
In a world where that which governs us is nothing real.
Consumed by a small few bloodied hands who print this seal.
Sealing us into this kingdom built of objects.
Sacrificing greatness and potential of our own lives, oh.
There is nothing but the shit and the shit it reigns supreme, advocating it's sickening darkened roots.
Fuck! So that they may reign supreme, in their kingdom of systematic devastation.
So that they may reign supreme, in their creation of systematic devastation.
And yet things remains the same, on the backdrop of a world that could be so fucking perfect.
And yet still remains the same, in a constant state of orchestrated decline.

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