This time We'll fight back. This time We'll know. Implant hysteria. Who Really knows?. . This time we'll kick back. This time we'll see. A bullent right.
Through waves they shift. Below they hide. Corporate killers. Side by side. . Process this signal. Final post. Global defiance. No hope for most. . In form of liquid.
[Incomprehensible]. Keeping the brain going with micro shocks. . Melted faces. Fractured cells. Implanted memories. Syringe of hell. . Crippled mutants.
This mark of impalement burned on my skin is immoral. The shackle of frailness confines one to crawl with one self. A smell of corrosion forcefully clashes within.
"In rebel control". "peacekeeping". "militants... counterattack". "the intelligence and security... have been captured alive". "committed". "national security advisor...".
"Hope is threatened.... Scarcity, Distortion.... What is relevant?.... Social industrial machines.... A future by design!". . Obedience to higher arcane.
(There's a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious,. makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part!. You can't even passively take part!.
I have become their target for revenge. Knocked down, and transform my hatred within. Dependence brings subservience. Losing sight enslaved obedience.
The future beings now!. The future beings now!. . Hour of change, elimination. Eyes of disdain, cruel explitation. Chaos and bloodshed dominate. Chaos and bloodshed, cause of hate.
I am a being. My life has value. Seek as i seek the secret design. My purpose is to relate with out bitterness. Or partiality from any motives. To which i am far removed.
No gods, no kings only man. . They are not one of us. They are not one of us. They are not one of us. They are not one of us. . Disconnected and unwanted.
Your life is not a dream. The fading lights unforeseen. Find the Time to Comprehend. One less Prelude to the End. . Reaching out for the Unknown. Across the Darkness of your Soul.
HERE it comes. . Noise in the machine. A world of lies backfires on you. Choke cause and effect. Built to collapse the final breakdown. . To the system.
I am a self contained machine. Prefabricated, no sympathy. My mind laid bare to world depression. My man made soul in isolation. . I have been scraped by humanity.
I'm a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm. I'm a runaway son of the nuclear a-bomb. I am a worlds forgotten boy. The one who searches to destroy.