I want your heart, I want your soul
Give me your life, give me control
Distant eyes with stoic minds
Exploit and destroy
It comes down to what we perceive
The way we subject ourselves
What we allow our senses to read
We're defining a new generation
I'd kill just to show you what's real
I want to take the same thing I give
Take me to places I should not be
Entertain me with the horrors I soon will be
Cut from empathy
Apathy runs like a drug
The screams like highs of an opera
The feeling like a church mass revival
Studying the ways of the world
Looking through the lens of every evil
We find it to be a mirror
We find we're not so different at all
Life is porn
And I want more
An enthusiastic corrosion
The corruption of the human mind
There is no way to rewind from this time
Someday, they'll hear you from beneath the earth
(Spoken portion after song into next song, done by Kenny Roberts):
Hey, you listenin' close you smelly sack of shit? What is it that makes people like you feel empowered anyway? What gets you off? Hm? What gets you on? Well let me tell ya a little something...your wife sucked me off earlier this week, prick. How does that make you feel? Remember when she told ya blowjobs weren't her thing? Remember when she told ya that she "just wasn't into it?" It's all a lie. You know it is. You know what it really means. She doesn't want you, she doesn't want your small, erectile dysfunctional dick. She wants a real man, and the fact that you question if you are one, just like right now, is exactly how you and I both know you aren't. So what do you do? Pat yourself on the shoulder, let some voice in your head behind that cigarette you smoke and that piss-tasty beer you drink tell you that you're doing a good job? Is that it, then? Is that all you need to keep your sanity in check? How about money, what is that to ya? A joke? Your life? Somewhere in between? And is that because you never have enough? You already know you've got nobody to run to. Oh no! Mommy's dead, that shoulder you used to cry on is long gone and you'll never get her back. And so you, as the rest of this shitty excuse for a world does, fill yourself with all these people and things you THINK care about you and you THINK you have some kind of significant control of. But deep down inside you don't. And you know it. That's why you're poor, that's why your wife cheated on you, that's why you work a mediocre job, and that's why you will die with an unsatisfied lifestyle. That's just how it is in this world. We all wanna take more and give less. We all care more about the physical, status-related, society-pressed bullshit that really means nothing. That's why you, as with most of America, are depressed. We all follow traditions, go to church and pray, follow authority and pay taxes, fear change and shun integrity, and refuse to innovate and so ironically encourage people to be what we call "leaders," yet force them to follow a set of hand-me-down standards that we claim are the things that DEFINE a "leader..." There is no thinking for one's self, no independence, no people's say, no control, and no real "justice." We all give head to something "greater," and just can't stand to swallow...
credits
from Decadence,
released November 5, 2016
Thanks to Kenny Roberts for supplying the spoken word bit in the transition from "Furious George" into this!
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