There’s a trouble, subtle of potent degree oozing violently
Doom seeps through seems of Christianity veiled in a politician's speech
Upperclass Alabaster bastards laughing seek to pasteurize earth with her poor and frail,
bury past like spilled entrails
holdin hatchet that oversaw details hacked
masking our discontent takes practice, (they ask, who fights back?)
cultural artifacts snatched to let you see them for a price, (spiritual tax.)
Sully names of our martyrs to push history farther
soldiers picked apart by vultures of the Cold War,
Fire Starters,
Born in Mordor
Still intact
tactical as Dorner, ready for more war
Yo close the door
got a Jar filled with a cure for the depression
infection sets its sights on the human condition
Increasing regression beyond detection
Looting polluting convoluting what was left of humanity, that’s that
Soothing gaping wounds with acidity, how’s that
You’re furious I still breathe,
I’m like saucers flying overhead
Unidentified but I’ve identified
The public is an object,
We’ll offset profit prolonging lifelines, nonsense
that’s poppycock
it’s settled,
let them all die,
The world’s end is when we decide
relieve vehicle of its break-lines
Wanna go for a drive?
Dreams of times that came to pass
But,
But I forgot
Lucid thoughts of snakes in grass
When
When all was lost
credits
from EXFUTURA: SMILES & CRIES,
released December 28, 2020
Hollow Visions, Destroyman, Christopher Kelso
