1. BLACK WIND HOWLS

Confined until the end of time.
Stock on arms, build higher walls.
Fear instilled; our minds deprived.
The finest of plutocratic design.
Choke and drown in man-made misery.
Fashion harlotry into a standard.
Cash in on frailty, corrupt the act of being.
A monstrosity created in our vision and flesh.
The rotted visage of our generation reminds us all.
Hang your head for we are damned.
The black wind howls.
Can't you hear the sound of the Reaper?
Searching and failing. Scathing.
O' hollow souls, such a disgrace you've become.


2. WATCH THE WORLD BURN

All virtue is dead and disgust takes its throne,
Toppling all those who dare withstand its wake.
Their senses are spilling into the gutter
In cascades of ignorance and defeat.
Endless wake of disappointment.
No worth in this forgotten city.
Derived of nothing but failures and dead ambition.
Never to make amends in this life;
Dousing this town in the back of my mind.
So, I bid farewell with no concern;
I'll lie in my grave and watch the world burn.
Everything burns.


3. OLD GHOST

You'll never know dread like I do.
Black cloud looming over me.
Consider me an old ghost,
Dwelling on our hope in the past.
You've made it a death wish
To live without a heart of stone.
But now with this bridge ablaze,
You're dead and gone at last.
Buried in the sheets of your own filth and decadence,
Reeking of amphetamine and sweat of one night stands.
Stained-glass eyes and the fakest smiles vomit can buy.
If it's no looking back, then golden shall be this loss (just sleep it off).
Why should one care for those who care not for themselves?
I see not the point in these catastrophes.
I never cared much for these machines.
No hope ever again.
Here's to all your nights.
Sink into the ground.


4. MORNING OBITUARIES

Please have fallen on their deafened ears;
Now sentenced to darkness of forty years.
The ire of moral decay reigns.
I fill with tempest rage and endless hate.
The ever foolish scream, "No regrets!"
And sink unto their own blade.
Place no hope in the well of this era,
And reason to contemplate the end.
Your children hold no promise,
No light of a better future.
A new dark age of consciousness;
The death of man has finally been realized.
These words are the morning obituaries.


5. COLLAPSED

Collapsed were the words as the sinful jaw sunk into the back of her skull.
Anatomy juxtaposed; your spine runs more crooked than I.
Wrap your flesh around these chains,
The ones that bind you to failure.
With monolithic rage, apathy and disdain, your unhallowed image dares to remain.
These veins progress in rusting, and finally, this machine has died.
Bite your tongue until blood drowns your say
As earthen serpents carve your grave.
Tyrants need no excuse, and neither do murderers.
With scornful fangs, fear not to destroy what ails you.