Perfect. Society. (3x) Perfect? Fuck no! Live in a drug free world No emotions shown No one lives and no one dies No one holds their own It’s all a game everyone’s the same It’s all routine It happens again and again Futuristic modern world Everyone’s thought-free People like ants carrying out their tasks The perfect society It’s all a game everyone’s the same It’s all routine It happens again and again Is this the way you want things? (Fuck No!) From here to eternity? (Fuck No!) A system of ants carrying out their tasks A perfect society (2x) (Fuck No!) It’s all a game everyone’s the same It’s all routine It happens again and again Live in a drug free world No emotions shown No one lives and no one dies No one holds their own Futuristic modern world Everyone’s thought-free People like ants carrying out their tasks The perfect society

The wreckage of my past - a bomb blast of chaos strewn insanely all bout Finally I see, the time has come to grieve the loss of friends who died or live in doubt Living life without concern or care about the pain and suffering or the damage done I mourn the loss of youth - the fucking fool who tried everything beneath the moon and sun Everything. Everything. Beneath the moon and sun. Bomb Blast (chaos defined) My past (a life left behind) Shrapnel ( all tore up inside) Bits of my life (2x) Moving on I tried, I watched so many die The fucking times of violence and crime Being on the run, we thought was so much fun before the funerals or the prison time. All of the schemes - big score of our dreams no protection but my butterfly knife. Endless parole, warrants took their toll so very few escaped with our lives. Bomb Blast (chaos defined) My past (a life left behind) Shrapnel ( all tore up inside) Bits of my life

A plague upon the earth we see as hierarchy prevails Undermining life support as systems start to fail. Consumer or consumed. Fight or fucking die. Pitched against each other. Never knowing why. Horizontal hostility. Disenfranchised tribe. Crushing solidarity. Weakened by design In. The. End. Who. Will. Be. Left. Alive. Divided - conquered all. Divided - In. The. End. Who. Will. Live. Society’s diseased. A plague upon the Earth. Without a drastic change there will be no rebirth. Empathy’s condemned. Goddamned worthless traits. Dis-com-pass-ionate spinning virtue as hate. Philosophic waxing. Grave impotency. Preaching to the masses sanctimoniously. In. The. End. Who. Will. Be. Left. To. Hear. Such. Righteousness? Divided - conquered all. Divided - In. The. End. Who. Will. Hear? Divided - conquered all. Divided In. The. End. You. Will. Be. Conquered. Divided all. In. The. End. Who. Will. Be. Left. Divided - conquered all. Divided - conquered all. Divided - In. The. End. You. Will. Be.

The smell of death That of rotting corpse That of capitalism The smell of money That of greed That of a corrupt system The smell of smoke That of carbon monoxide That of fire & heat The smell of bombs That of metal bits Raw flesh seared meat Endless warfare dominant culture the odor of decay. Historically since world war 2 until the present day (2x) The sight of anguish Pain and despair That of hopeless agony The Sight of loss That of extirpation Your lost progeny Endless warfare dominant culture with no end in sight. See the vultures, see the gathering storm of might is right. The price of silence deafening discharge of loaded gun The sounds of bombs They rattle your fillings They shake you to the core The sounds of screaming civilians, soldiers yelling “hit the floor!” The sound of mortars in the distance walking slowly near Silent prayer to deaf gods death I shall not fear Death I shall not fear Death I shall not fear Death I shall not fucking fear

The economy is suffering. Society! Let it Die!

Stockholm Syndrome Born into slavery, they could not easily imagine life with freedom. It’s how every single empire has thrived and every single dead kingdom. Machine of propaganda- daily TV A disease controlling your mind What if we are the slaves that believe we’re free It’s the Stockholm syndrome of humankind. The culture grinds on inexorably Two hundred extinctions every day The profit margin The one true god Commodifying death in every way Machine of propaganda daily TV A disease controlling your mind What if we are the slaves who think we are free It’s the Stockholm syndrome of humankind. Born into slavery, they could not easily imagine a life of freedom. It’s how every single empire thrives and every single motherfuckin’ dead kingdom. StockhoIm. Syndrome Do you really think that you’re free? Stockholm. Syndrome Time to show your captor some sympathy Who amongst you considers yourself -Do you think you’re free? What if we’re the slaves who cannot help but show our abuser sympathy? Born into slavery, they could not easily imagine life with freedom. It’s how every single empire thrives and every single dead kingdom. Machine of propaganda daily TV A disease controlling your mind What if we are the slaves who think we’re free It’s the Stockholm syndrome of humankind.

HOMETOWN HERO High school drop out in a culture of war Options for the future are few Scarcity of jobs, tired of lookin no more Ripe for the pickin recruit. Positive reinforcement by family and friends The media does their part. glorifying the righteousness of battle. Dubious portrayal of war as art. Hometown hero No fortunate son Forward into battle Marching one by one (by one) Boot camp loss of identity That shit was crushed right out of your soul Replaced with conviction of martyrdom A killing machine for humanity Hometown hero A call to fight Forward into battle pack your gear your on the next flight. First day in country was a fuckin’ joke Natives fucking ungrateful wretches Fuck ‘em if they can’t take a fuckin’ joke. brotherhood replacing guilt for their deaths Mirrors reflection unrecognized Would parents love a hero like this Second guessing your humanity I ain’t no goddamn pacifist One day bleeds into another Sleepless months upon end War crime deeds of your brothers It’s kill or be murdered instead One month bleeds into another Three days and a wake up is all Looking your family in the eyes Will they see from grace did you fall First day back home was a fucking shock Surreal doesn’t even come close “Did you kill anyone?” They want you to brag Glassy eyed questions smiles comatose Hometown hero No longer know who you are Another forgotten soldier Hero of another war

Primitive Looking at the world today I dream of other times Our modern way seems perilous just read between the lines 200,000 years ago, our species came to stay 14 K most recent years -the planet’s been laid to waste For most of time we’ve barely left a mark Now with all our toys and drones and ruling oligarch Greedy few determine all decisions for the masses Profiting from ecocide and fucking greenhouse gasses People always push back, they tell me war’s a human trait It’s human nature man, why all the techno hate? Of course it benefits domesticated civilized to think their way the one true way for us to live our lives Culture has you by the throat you thank it all with glee The only facts you’ll admit to are written history conveniently the writers born from dominating states retell the tales indignantly self righteous stupid fakes I’ve heard all of the arguments (about) how fucking right it is That modern human living, hell, we’re destined for this But I can’t help but wonder how much better off we (really) are With population overshoot and endless resource wars All of those who lived before wetico vampirism the lost traditions skills sacred colors of a prism How cozy life can be when we forget about them all Hate’s a pleasant justifying force let’s have a ball Consider though what it could be- clean air, and water too A life that’s worthy of the land base to be true. Community cooperation moving with the seasons Free associations no more rhyming without reasons I’ve heard all of the arguments from Nasty, brutish, short To cannibals and endless rape, and murder just for sport Dismissive of the primitive who lived in harmony Damage to the biosphere - (they did/was) far and few between. A healthy biosphere diversity of species Without concern or care we can blow ourselves to pieces Plutonium is fucked next to “warring” tribes with sticks Daisy cutters phosphorus what a goddamn fix I crave a life of a dream of mine connected to what’s real Life and death and wandering and hunting my next meal Predator and prey a lived relationship The sacred understanding of the ultimate to give