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Fed lie after lie if known from the beginning,
starve myself to find a better way of living.
Freezing and alone, crawling towards all thats been missing.
Learned anything by now, I should be digging.
Trade a dream, trade a dream.
False sense of security, false sense of nourishment.
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Growth
03:50
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Archaic, descendant, ideology.
Breed unyielding pathogen,
molest and digest, cannibals. barren the land.
Creatures whom kneel and follow
wear shackles forged by ancestors,
purged from soil wrought truths ease mind to stone,
growth that emerges from escaping,
released from flesh and bone.
Egotistical, sordid, apathetic, ignorant,
undeserving, malignant, abdicate, parasite
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The Barnhouse Effect
01:53
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Heretic.
All serving, unknowing,
stitch together a fabricated being.
All judging, unworthy,
genocide for the unbelieving.
Suppress conscious evolution,
by organizing superstition.
Monotheism advocates suicide, suffer for the after life.
Hypocrite.
Unforgiving, controlling, vindictive,
sadistic, homophobic, misogynist,
racist, fictionalized character.
Break bread, not worthy to feast with the dead.
The promise, of heaven created hell.
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In the Name of Progress
03:20
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I overcome pain and weakened states,
at the thought of my escape.
Sadistic monsters, prey and torture, voiceless creatures.
Locked inside a cage, unable to move my legs.
Death prolonged for days, we are disposable slaves.
Born to sacrifice, resource to enhance life.
In the name of progress writhing in pain from inhumane treatment,
detached, compassion-less, masked by tainted cosmetics.
Locked inside a cage, unable to move my legs.
Death prolonged for days, we are disposable slaves.
Born to sacrifice, resource to enhance life.
In the name of science, in the name of progress.
How with our loss will they be saved.
We can not claim to be civilized when our advancements
have been made possible due to the suffering of others.
How with our loss will they be saved,
when the conditions are not the same.
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Islands of discarded comfort,
blanketed by fear sent to the sky.
Suicidal polluted society, willingly consume apathy.
Thrust a wasteland, upon our fragile seeds.
Where blackened lungs collapse,
surrounded by vacant seas.
Pick it up, Pick it up.
Old drawing depict memories of trees,
color left cording beneath shades of concrete.
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