A heart attack
Portraying shock and awe lies
Through crooked teeth

To harvest walking statistics
What life is again?
An apathetic existence

Disgusting monetary propriety
This facade makes me sick
Spawned into the game

Corrupted beyond redemption
Marketable mass
Waiting at the nearest trough

Servitors unto the vile
Frenzied at the smell of blood
Tension upon chains

And gnashing teeth in the dark
The distant sound of buzzing flies
Like an emaciated carnivore

Snapping at brittle bones
Nesting in the blood soaked ribbons
Of brand name clothes

Birthed by sedition
A writhing purulent mass
It's not Karma and certainly

Not your pathetic vision of "God"
This is chaos
My sanctum of peace

A nightmare to the weak
Blinding distraction
We are slipping away

Breeding into a mechanical society
The apex of aberration
Unblinking pervasive machinations

This is a collection
Mandatory submission
Splinter the door off its frame

And bury the hatchet
This is giving in, blade in hand
I feel this, I need this

Burying my hands into a gaping chest cavity
Overtake and violate
Removing organs one by one

I've fallen on my knees, fatigued
Surrounded by pieces of lifeless flesh
My selfish form of submission

Unfortunately, it could not be helped