Vile Luxury

Exalted golden creature Impure ungrateful Bright shining spectacular We are useless to ourselves Plenty of time, youth, the vambrace of our eternity The sky no longer the limit A sea of iron and energy Gaze down at the fleshy drones black smog and sentient gears Swarming opulence Begs our weak hungry minds Greater than man Higher than God Swarming Opulence, that which never stops consuming We forget our lavish life And seek luxury in death Emptiness through decadence And madness through beautiful greed

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

You are machine Blissful and grand Nothing more And nothing to us writhe below in stagnant exhaust As we breath in the light of god Engines scream like steel horse Of dying cavalry weaker than the last the famine of existence Devours us, all the same Humani generis machinas, operari simul, et mortuus solus Know your place in the grand machine Beg me no more, worthless machine I have everything and nothing to give

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Golden peaks of timeless vision From the pedigree of lies Builds the murky sea of giants Top floor, the Kings crown grand illusional desperation Accommodates the masses. While keeping forward motion Lift up, the queens crown Demographic shifts Building them higher Worshipping excess Altars to resplendence Gotham Luxe! Syphoning lifeblood Beholden silver eye. Production never stops. Gotham Luxe! Proletarian servitude Ancient gold supremacy. Society envisioned. Lieber biegen, als brechen!

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Слезает кожа как лохмотья И пепел медленно осел Над нашей обожженной плотью Наш дом, наш город, опустел Мы дети мертвенного Бога Отцы мы ядерного сна И волки воют песни смерти О том как эта госпожа Явилась непослушным детям Свои секреты сторожа Мы дети мертвенного Бога Наши забыли имена // Skin is peeling off like rags And ashes slowly settled Over our scorched flesh Our home, our city, emptied out We're children of a deathly God Fathers of a nuclear dream And wolves are howling songs of Death How this mistress Has shown herself to disobedient children Protecting her secrets We're children of a deathly God Our names were forgotten

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Come, let us build us a tower whose top may reach unto the stars! atop of which we will write In splendorous black words: Great is the world and its Creator! Great is Man! And his city! My Cosmopolis: Your swollen light Eclipsing virtues, beyond We give ourselves to the unknown Now Lubricate the gears In our blood And feed the machines our tired flesh Great is the world and its Creator! Great is Man! And his hell! Thy cosmopolis: her grand luster Austere master! Behold your servants Who are you to be drawn out from chaos?

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

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Pulled apart and built again Gears will turn Indifferent to the earth Live to work Work sets you free Let the city consume you And join the gross parade Molting grandeur Shedding exhaust Pulled apart and built again Gears always turn Indifferent to the earth Live to work Work sets you free It builds over the old And Buries the sick The lights too bright to see the lines in the skin The grand effigy of failure Weeping its final tears It was supposed to be great Work sets us free Pleasuring the Filth chain Devoted loyal machine Begging for praise Ready to be replaced

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

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