Our Creation

Barbed wire mothers milk
Congealing blood for wine
Reality rots away
Cacophony of lamenting souls
Baying the hounds of war
Pestilence for a cure

All are born to eternal war
Children with bloodied hands
Murderous indoctrination
Innocence bears no relevance
Birth is just a pretext of dying

We are usurpers of our own humanity
This is our creation, this is our creation
We are enslaved to this godless machine
This is our creation, this is our oblivion

One by one we get in line
Asking why is anathema
Free thought an affliction
Indoctrinate medicate
Spreading like rats
Cancer of the world

We are usurpers of our own humanity
This is our creation, this is our creation
We are enslaved to this godless machine
This is our creation, this is our oblivion

Dead skin, heart stings braided tout
Angry eyes, smiles of rust and ichors
Noxious fume, breathe you bastard children
Dead air, dead things, blood of tar
Vermin’s creed in the shadow of a god
Hypocrisy, hysteria, system of corruption
Benediction of evil, sins forgotten
Virtue of lunacy, praise of stupidity
Just conduits of the great machine
Stay in line, do not deviate
Eyes forward, progress is key
Do not ask, do not feel, do not question, do not think
Come on take your share
It’s your turn to stab your brother in the back
Welcome to the madness, take your mask
Smile at god, wash away your sanity

We are usurpers of our own humanity
This is our creation this is our creation
We are enslaved to this godless machine
This is our creation, this is our oblivion