they sit behind their computer screens
wizards of our present generations
playing toy soldiers with men and women in a sand box of our nations
They sit behind thier computer screens
As faceless as they are un-dentible
desicions made in contrast with out ever seeing consequences
This is your society
how you ran it blindly
by a bunch of numb fucks
driven by greed, surrounded
sober in their illusions
with tools for their pleasure
that was thier society and how they drove it to abandonment

Inhailed the vapours left for me
failed to care for your catastrophe
taste defeat utterly, beg for the imagenary
a blatant figment, they are totalitory
but you let them run your philosophy
straight into the sinking mud
your fallocy begins to solidify
it re-acted with your bitter self
fail safe net
you fucking wreck
beleive me i am no different
little is it that i caress
wake up paralyzed with a fealing of independing doom
does that ever haunt you

perdition

how can we sit back while people with power
play games with the minds of a hundred million slaves
if feedoms a liberty you have a right to know
or ask questions against the flow
if freedoms what you want
get rid of possessions gain
quit the game
the worlds hurt enough
beyond us
give back to the ladder
all that chatter
dont you find
running circles in your mind
cant equiate
a forgotten state
33rd degree
has begun to infiltrate
the deviation of the masses from the beautiful
remember the time
when we didnt care to ask why
life wasnt a contest
memories lit up our faces

taught love from birth
merely a part of the earth
proud to serve a part
in this ecosystem
wether it suits my needs
I will not sacrifice that for ease
Or anyone else i love who acts like a disease

One day your cancerous ways
will expose the decay
in the under belly of your subconcious
No praying will save you from yourself
and all your ignorant choices

a message to the masters
the greatest power is far more subtle
then the control of energy
far more freeing
then the fealing of leaving
and beyond the strength
of the course of natural disasters

for unlawful consent of the king

searched beyond imagination
into a well
of reasons
and half truth
lies found me answers
in the questions i ask of them

the ever present without palace
drops title and personification
for the evolution of the all
of every heirchy
redefining the constituents
making up the whole
socioelctrical ecology
of this human factor

utopian dream
with strict human functions
or a harmony
in what the kings old wishes
calls apon us
to grow in natures image