Reproduce at the command of your master
Like a captive bred monster under pressure
Awaiting the immaculate fertilization
From the rapist god enslave those who cum faster
Humanity is in need of an egoistic idolatry
To glorify the lonely and the dead in need
The deity inside the gun barrel Is held parallel for a suicide sleep

To make slaves of all the niggers and heathens
The US government burns the bodies of our children
And only ash remains as their souls are exhumed
By the lords of a hundred religions
Be it Islam or those that fall faster
At the first sign of war all the good men draw straws
Then pierce their own skin as the final retaliation
Towards a nation who speaks emancipation
Then drowns the words and flesh of a million

It's an abiogenesis
From the most basic organic sediment
To create a man with artificial intelligence
But if the modality of existence is apparent
There is nothing more than the ecological,
Social, psychological, and biological lies.

Which is why we are fervently supplied
Our weapons are superior to our minds
And with wet ammunition we will die
And suffocate the philanthropic mind
With homicidal ideals paired with suicidal drives
You get in the car with me and we will die
Stand in the same fucking room with me and we will die
We can go to the edge of the world
Stand on distant shores unknown to our kind
Yet pull the trigger because all that composes our lives
Is the simple meditation that we will all die, die, die.

Sleep

Reawake at the sound of a low pulsing beat.

My words escape the flesh
As pouring rivers drain to sleep
Eradicate the moral palisades
I fucked the treacherous twat as I hit the bottom
Of a bottle of vodka
Dressed up and alone
But it's calm and safe
The last breath from my airwaves escape
Through a newborns womb
A face on a futureless tomb

Did I stand or bow on the cock of man?
Did they come for peace or a stake in this land?
Come for eternal damnation
To coincide with a cadavers masturbation
What difference did our existence make?
But to account for our failures and mistakes
A regret stained upon man and his throne
Find fleeting images from a miscarried home.

It's an abiogenesis
From the most basic organic sediment
To create a man with artificial intelligence
But if the modality of existence is apparent
There is nothing more than the ecological,
Social, psychological, and biological lies.

There is nothing more than your body
And maybe even your mind
But when it all ends tonight
There will be nothing left

Peace, peaceful sleep.
Sleep, endless sleep.