Misery Index

Gagged and bound in pen and ink dead fall. The reiteration. The shallow depth of words that no one ever hears. There is numbness in speaking meaningless idioms to a faceless mass. I know the gridlock and the stalemates. I know insignificance all too

When will we concede that there is an absolute significance deficit concept of the human being. The rape is indigenous to our existence and that already we can never and will never be able to pay the debt of blood upon this land. Burn alive all human

Time does nothing but work against me. I wake alone and walk alone between the walls that insecurity has built around me. forced into circuits, into circles, into cycles. I find all my refuge in corners. it''s the only place where things meet 专辑:Mise

There is prostitution in everything wrought under the sun. there is agenda that will bastardize and besiege us all. Within the in equation of ambition and subsistence file the sum less lines of the mortgaged. an annexation to the droning. insomniatic

I've never wanted to admit the absolute and to it's no absolution. that with much knowledge comes much anguish. that privity becomes Pandora''s plague. it is the iodine that indelibly stains. It is a lupus that disseminates and infects our being from

Let this stand as a monument to my abandonment and submission to the clutches of consumption. A penance of control for the iniquity of breath. It is irrefutable that we become apostle to mechanism. It is design that orchestrates the perpetuity of tyr

Falling fast through cracks in heaven, come carnivores is search of meat, the prophets of the moral order lead their herds of silent sheep, architects of social breeding propagate their promised faith, the fascist seed is firmly planted, loving hands

dare to speak of hope and aspiration. these foul words, manufactured idols and the bait of lemmings. only futility is eternity. only one sunrise will tell 专辑:Misery Index 歌手:Assuck 歌曲:Qed

These are the debit souls. Force fed notions of nation and bearing rags of sovereigns yet to fall. They play servant to lines in the sane. They are the shrapnel embedded in the womb of history and of all time to come. Wartorn is the unborn, the undea

We process the facts, and choke on the math* Yet we can't come to terms with ourselves Gorge belly up to the table of wants It's "all you can eat" after all! Embracing extinction, what higher form of life, Destroys his creations?... how far we'v

Bring out your dead Call of the carrion crow Civilized man had no friend Whale of the silent sea The ocean is yours They've left it empty Hawk and the emerald dove Soar and sail on wings above Across halcyon streams To a place where Madmen once would

You're lost in their gluttonous agenda* Built on a foundation of sand Their tides wash away your perspective The mouth that feeds forces the hand More, More is what you need And None, fucking nothing is what you get You're gone as you stare at it bli