I’ve been searching for the aliens above,
and a judgement I’ve already decided,
I’ve been waiting for hte sound of their laughter,
as they horror at the slaughter.
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They say humanity was born in sin,
and I find no excuse,
no good to fill the void,
instead only black.
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In the enviorn of japan,
yet another bomb falls,
another million die, and
though we horror and scare nothing happens.
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From the blackness comes a hero,
falling flat on his face,
he turns to his mothers embrace,
and soon again is returned to zero.
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Murder runs rife,
crime skyrockets,
from statistics that were never shown,
yet all the words are made for love.
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An emotion, we don’t quite really fail,
it’s left to divorce and pre-nups,
as it’s signed to a contract
that pulls you off to war, as the brats are left to roam.
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There’s no longer room for epithet,
rhyme or reason, and fleeing,
life can’t keep me from seeing,
the smiles on faces that don’t appear.
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The oil sears the bottom of the pan,
as the food cooks in haste, for a family
that won’t appreciate its life or times,
and so in death, another meal passes.
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Who remains, to face the blade of culture,
to fight off the shackles of life and
condemn the earth to death again,
for crimes it never hath commited,
‘cept its murderer’s creation.
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I’m sorry if someone fucked with your mind,
if it’s not quite what he designed,
but I wouldn’t blame me, but you,
the architect of your own destruction, true?
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The damage the fir did was not
your fault, to be honest, it just fot quite hot,
and your life went away, but that’s just
a statistic, another one to the list.
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Melodic thumping can’t ease the guilt,
and auto-tuned voices are found no better,
but colors seem to hide, at great
expense, the sea of grey that always surrounds.
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It’s a bit fucked, but I’m quite happy,
see, i think I’ve screwed enough
with your mind, and I’m not sure,
there’s anything left to find.
2 years ago