Desolate weirs
Howls and jeers
The bastard sun comes to devour the way
Lashing the frail

All fucking slavers
For gods of pain
Our chains rust in the rain

Maggot-ridden promises in cystic fen
I can't hear you, say it again

"no, we're not like you
we're better than them."

Feeding off publicity, but at what cost?
Esoteric symptoms of existence lost

Worms digging deeper
Into your brain
Complicit in subliminal
Narcissistic shame

They puncture our bodies
Our blood
Our skin
A minor inconvenience
The monarchs want you dead

Consume, Ignore, Repeat
Like a fucking parade

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