Maruta
EP • 2005
To stride the earth and walk amongst impurity and filth Man's destiny lies inevitably in a casket A meal to the worms To become one with the soil To drown in insignificance Perhaps there is no meaning to our struggle, no purpose or end. Our existence, is it a process? Our existence, is it a passage? Ambrosia cleanses my blood, suture my wounds my human weakness
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025
What are you now? Your system of beliefs collapses Burn the pages your book of fallacies collapses, down You'll give into delusion Disbelief Asphyxiation Reach for the machine
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025
To put my life in the hands of automation is to accept failure to adapt Failure to adapt to the infrastructure The infrastructure we built with our own dirty hands Merge with the Hellos construct or accept certain death Certain death imminent
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025
Force your eyes open Sever the needle that injects everlasting narcosis A straight dose of narcolepsy The ball and chain which holds back ambition Thought process and human progression Those who remain faithful stay sedated Swallow the pill for it is the will of the master deceiver To put the boundaries on the mind To establish a hierarchy, a society A set of rules to keep us clean A crutch to keep us standard Religion is the great oppressor I bite the hand that feeds perpetual narcolepsy The ball and chain that holds back human progression
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025
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