1. SOCIETAL PARALYSIS

So why don't you just fucking vote
For a reason to live
After all, it's a fair system
We'll keep up that myth
There is a profit made from death
Lies and deceit of man
We'll sit and raise up a toast
To idiocy of men
Who hold the cure to this

Curse, cast upon the human race
Curse, cast upon the human fucking race
Cut it out, cut it out
Let's go

We stand at the bottom of an overmedicated and undereducated system
A system build of slaves and there's no need for us to obey its pre planned purpose
Hunt down the architects of deceit, cut it out
Fuck this bullshit!

Repetition, manipulation, your intentions silenced
The level of corruption spawns the filth out of the gutters
Pollutions eats like maggots at the bowels of a societal Paralysis
Hooked up to a propaganda based dialysis
Indulging in a state of plastic idolization

As financial demons wreak their havoc behind a curtain stained with lies
Carved up, of the tissue of what was once what you believed in

Oh! We marched in the streets in opposition to the violence
Maybe it's time to meet violence with violence in a violent civil disobedience

In the darkness they are plotting and scheming, the insatiable ones
Faceless as they pull the strings
Hunting like vultures
Picking meat from the bones of weakened foes whilst casting spells of greed
Remove the grasp, extract the curse and make them suffer

Execute, extermination of this pathogen
Fucking degenerates!
Think about it; pieces of paper are your everything
Entranced and servile

Search out the devastation and dig at it's roots
Follow the stream of that which controls everything
Where does it spawn it's sickening darkened roots?

In a world where that which governs us is nothing real
Consumed by a small few bloodied hands who print this seal
Sealing us into this kingdom built of objects
Sacrificing greatness and potential of our own lives, oh

There is nothing but the shit and the shit it reigns supreme, advocating it's sickening darkened roots
Fuck!

So that they may reign supreme, in their kingdom of systematic devastation

So that they may reign supreme, in their creation of systematic devastation

And yet things remains the same, on the backdrop of a world that could be so fucking perfect

And yet still remains the same, in a constant state of orchestrated decline


2. INTUS DIABOLIS

Lysergic insemination of the mind
Under contract hidden
In secret governing facilities
I am the devil in a white coat!

Horns of syringes slyly injecting substances into the unsuspecting patients of my psychedelic experimentations
Chocking, on the depths of dimensional
Shadows constructed of fear
Yes, I am the devil and welcome to the hell

Urgh!

Burn, in the hell I've created

As the chemicals entwine with biological material. Inferior diminishing of everything I've come to know. Descend into psychological, unimaginable realms almost like hell but NO!

It's build of geometric structure
Here there lies no fucking fire
Only patterns ripping into my soul

An entity of darkened energy, is it the devil upon me?

Cutting into me in purging visions
Locked in this state filled with isolation with this presence
What is this demon?
It glows so white that I cannot see
Is it the devil inside of me?

Living, Breathing, Seeping out the surface
I am a construct of malevolence
Breathe in the toxins and become altered

Darkness clouds his mind. He's test subject to the pioneers of conflict. Searching, for the devil inside us

Inhumane and unjust experiments performed upon members of the public by the unforgiving men, who hail devil inside us

A rotten stack of dead bodies obscures the horizon like a throne built of weapons and death solely for the devil inside us

Wars disregarded just across the seas, fought off and distorted by the war waged on your mind. By the devil inside of us

The devil inside of us, he is always watching
The devil inside of us, he is always watching

Feel it slowly creeping, crawling, and intimidating
Sacrificing compassion
Sitting upon a throne of greed
Laughing at the unsettling image, as you look in the mirror and you see

That the devil's inside of you...
It, speaks to you
I am a part of the heart of man
And I will lurk, corrupting and experimenting
Urgh!

Hunting out the weak, corrupting and experimenting!

Their hollow hearts grinning lies from behind a smile of the purest falsity


3. SYNTHETIC EUPHORIA

Oh!

Synthetic euphoria.

An unfruitful hunt for happiness. People; this pain is only temporary, go!

Mass hysteria, insatiable and unattainable. The public swarm establishments just like a pack of rabid and infected dogs.
Hunting for food, it's misconstrued!

They are by the items and their lust; it's mocking them in secretive manipulative whispers as the stench it crawls it lingers. It's looming over them; the pungent sterile of their next buy!

Don't cry, you've got a lot of shit. Everything will be fine. Bathe in this Synthetic euphoria.

Oh, don't cry you've got a lot of shit.
Everything will be fine. Bathe in this Synthetic euphoria.

From within the plastic confines of an overarching advertising empire.
Comes an unholy doctrinarian.
Of a silent hand that reigns violence out of sight.
Controlling minds and slowly entwining.

Maybe if I buy this item, my life will serve a purpose. Synthetic euphoria.

Maybe if I buy this item, my life will serve a purpose. Fake euphoria.

Look around you, as the public swarm the streets like zombies.
Injecting corporate putridity into every available artery.
Orifices teeming with a fictitious intoxication.
Fake state of mind.
Rip it the fuck apart!

Dissecting them I find a fashion statement.
Stained with a synthetic stench of significance.
Pieces of meat, pawns of a profit seeking cattle leading shepherd who leads with a leash that's congealed and constructed by the hollow facade of free choice.

FUCK!!!

And we haven't got a choice.

Alright, sacrifice capabilities for your next buy.
Get out there and fucking consume.
You're in a synthetic euphoria! Oh!

You're consumed by belongings, wrapping yourself up in junk instead of experiencing what this life is capable of.

Whilst crime rises, pollution increases, environmental degradation.
Inconsistent ideologies in a sea of economic inequality, poverty, oppression, genocide, toxified... cannot see past all the lies. Stay inside and hide, because if ever there's a trail to the truth, none will find it. Oh!

Decent into this corporate globalisation.

Where they've got you fucking shouting:

Maybe if I buy this item, my life will serve a purpose. Synthetic euphoria.

Maybe if I buy this item, my life will serve a purpose. Fake euphoria.

Maybe if I buy this item, my life will serve a purpose. Synthetic euphoria.

Maybe if I buy this item, my life will serve a purpose. Fake euphoria


4. HUMAN ERROR

Alter the sequence of the coding of creation
Amend the layers of creation before the program fails

We must debug this
It is destructive and it's destroying the balance of life itself

An error in the coding of the algorithm of creation and degradation
The illusive geometric sequence

They say look for the truth and the truth will set you free
But I hollowed out hole in the flash of truth's skin
And it only imprisoned me

(Luke and Ben Duerr)
They say look for the truth and the truth will set you free
But I hollowed out hole in the flash of truth's skin
And it only imprisoned me

(Luke)
As I look down, I begin to decode it all pulling apart ethereal fabric
What is causing the demise of this lonely planet?
What is this error?
Causing the demise of progression and birthing corruption and death, DEATH, DEATH, DEEEEATTH!!

Humanity approaches look to the sky and then watch as it all burns down
Humanity approaches
Lamb to the slaughter, take a last breath as the blood drains out
Humanity approaching
Humanity approaching, acting like cattle as we march towards the slaughterhouse

(Ben Duerr)
Obsessed with fortune and fame internally engulfed in shame
Morality in question lives dictated by their own invention in mass avarice embodied

(Dan Cooke)
Human error tainting the winds of time

(Luke)
Scraping lungs and causing our sweet demise
OH! The darkness that lurks in the heart of man, it screams like a siren slowly drowning
In a sea of bludgeoned excuses for, it cannot see past the surface of this program; the greed, the greed of humanity

(Ben Duerr)
Haunting actions of the masses for we cannot see the surface
It's an error in the coding of the program of life

(Luke and Ben)
The greed of humanity!

(Luke)
Poisoning the heart of innocence while choking out the influence of imminent indifference it's hollowing the end!

(Luke and Ben)
The greed of humanity!


5. BILLIONS MADE AS MILLIONS DIE

(This machine it runs on war. This machine it wants a war.)

This machine it runs on war
Mass extinction puts it's feet up, counting bodies as they hit the floor
This machines it runs on war
Its operators counting money as the tanks move forward

As the tanks move forward
This machine, this machines wants to go to war

This business is a pimp making the world its whore
Raping, killing, mutilating, taking shit and counting the bodies
The money piling up as it raises a cup of blood
The greedy smile of a machine
Cheers to the

Billions made, as millions die
Thousands of people don't know
Which side to fight
Mass distraction, as hundreds scream for justice
A sick few make a profit from this war torn life

Everybody wants a fucking leader, but leaders shouldn't lead people to their death
Everyone is screaming propaganda… Methods of control like;

Nationalism, racism, monetary and involuntary incarceration. Blended with an idolization of a nation; a deity or god
This movement, that union... something to the tune of a religious institution. Celebrity or role model, smiling through their jaded view of life. Better yet, a political way of deflecting public sight of the wires that control this...

Machine that feasts on destruction and death

Machine that wants a war, birthing wastelands; water them down with rivers of blood
Drained of life, for profit
This war torn land, it doesn't swim, it doesn't float
It only drowns
It only drowns!
Drowns in the violence

(Dickie Allen)
Rise to your feet and pledge your allegiance to war, this perilous fight, the bombs echoing at your front door, a fetish of power! Power by the masses while they sit back, smiling, getting fucked by those bastards!

An unstoppable war machine, profiting puppeteers sodomizing society, each country erect and wanting to dominate, stroking their rifle ready to mount and annihilate

This machine it runs on war
Mass extinction puts its feet up, counting bodies as they hit the floor
This machines it runs on war
Its operators counting money as the tanks move forward

Bathing in the filthy money drenched the blood of families and the cum of kings
Our lives are a gold mine they're willing to destroy to see that gold shine

This machine it runs on war

Billions made, as millions die

Our lives are a gold mine they're willing to destroy to see that gold shine

This machine it runs on war. Billions made, as millions die