We see a developing potential
for nearby a total control of human
emotional status,mental fuctioning
and will to act
Psychiatrist Wayne O. Evans 1967
Suffering!!!
Us the children of a voracious age
ideal minds for corp-blessed goods
wasted above a pool of dying hope
the alienated youth
Them the messhiahs and their marvelous machines
thought denominators and fate scriptwritters
Sculpturers of a comfortable global cell
the factories of truth
My pain and my pleasures were mass produced
to feed the financial balance
My senses of love and hate became guinea pigs
in the laboratories of the fixed educated men
..and a needle that infiltrates deeper in my head
And as we delectate the capitalism's grace
the golden slaughterhouses are becoming full up
above torture basements and slavery till valgus
we take our peacefull nap!!!
Dressing our emptyness skining innoncence alive
and dispose of its defleshed carcass
copies of a paragon made to serve the beasts
through decades of iconic needs
A manufactured apathy baptized as common logic
and the world 's laid on the altar of suffering!!!
...and i can hear their rusty gears growling
Industries
Industries
Born and grown in the shining swamp
of miserable perfection
then i took a breath of a world i drew my own
Into industries of suffering
my comformity was built
but their chains won't hold my screaming hope
Industries
Industries
...won't bind my world!!!
Industries of mind forming
Industries of faith
Industries of history
and seeded rascism hate
Industries of addiction
Industries of flesh-sale
Industries of suppression
Industries...
Industries!!!
Into the stench of their brain wastes
i learnt to breath my own
Building conscience within the sludge
as the machine rolls on!!!
for nearby a total control of human
emotional status,mental fuctioning
and will to act
Psychiatrist Wayne O. Evans 1967
Suffering!!!
Us the children of a voracious age
ideal minds for corp-blessed goods
wasted above a pool of dying hope
the alienated youth
Them the messhiahs and their marvelous machines
thought denominators and fate scriptwritters
Sculpturers of a comfortable global cell
the factories of truth
My pain and my pleasures were mass produced
to feed the financial balance
My senses of love and hate became guinea pigs
in the laboratories of the fixed educated men
..and a needle that infiltrates deeper in my head
And as we delectate the capitalism's grace
the golden slaughterhouses are becoming full up
above torture basements and slavery till valgus
we take our peacefull nap!!!
Dressing our emptyness skining innoncence alive
and dispose of its defleshed carcass
copies of a paragon made to serve the beasts
through decades of iconic needs
A manufactured apathy baptized as common logic
and the world 's laid on the altar of suffering!!!
...and i can hear their rusty gears growling
Industries
Industries
Born and grown in the shining swamp
of miserable perfection
then i took a breath of a world i drew my own
Into industries of suffering
my comformity was built
but their chains won't hold my screaming hope
Industries
Industries
...won't bind my world!!!
Industries of mind forming
Industries of faith
Industries of history
and seeded rascism hate
Industries of addiction
Industries of flesh-sale
Industries of suppression
Industries...
Industries!!!
Into the stench of their brain wastes
i learnt to breath my own
Building conscience within the sludge
as the machine rolls on!!!