Obitus piosenki

Traumatized for life Nationalistic drums Beating to deaf ears Whipping up the rage Dreamers dead and buried Concrete and steel tombs Vengeance and sorrow Rage leads the blind No liberties left No freedoms remain Welcome to the 21st century terror-s...

This circle, of life This gerbil’s, wheel of death Fornication, in absurdum Every, seed spilled Shoots us, to death In this, bizarre Race, of rights Everyone, can replicate Without, control Revoke! Breed in, breed out Stop saving lives Let people...

(One can observe the smaller than usual brain, during the past few decades we’ve actually seen a decrease in brain size. Hypothesizing of course but this does confirm our previous theories about who this can be.) 

Freedom, from thoughts from having to think. Now it’s all taken care of taken care of for me. Why think a thought, why waste a minute, when somebody does it for me? This change has been good; we’ve wanted it all along. I’d never have the courage to let...

(Subject is a Caucasian male, in his mid to late 70s, cause of death is yet unknown. Whilst we cannot yet identify him, the condition of the body does tell us a few things.) It was not always like this. (There are no telltale signs of manual labor, and the...

The mind so barren with thoughts so empty The everlasting dreariness a churning Long abandoned thoughts of intellect Now only a shroud of what once was Never before has a change been so as the sacrificial abolishment, of the mind Never before has a chan...

In this masquerade we all dwell Hiding our fears in the masks that quell The herd is the reward of cowards Minds cleansed in dogmatic showers Individual thought killed by the masses Intelligence suffocated, free spirit smashed Depopulation will only suff...

This void can’t help them anymore The illusion of the dream is dead you failed Your feeble attempts are nothing but pathetic, can’t you see you’re already too late? Much to late We had them all along, you never had a chance, there was never any doub...

(It is fair to conclude that the subject was a standard, or should I say substandard, human being.) No, Not like this No, This wasn’t meant to be We cannot give up this easily Wasn’t it ever worth something? How could we give it up? So cowardly, How...

The March of The Drones The March of The Drones The end is here, the slaughter commenced All trace of the mind, is gone We’ve taken control, we have it all No one will think again The March of The Drones The March of The Drones The end is here, the sl...