Aug 2013
A blast in the distance, so great it's felt before it's heard
A long line of weary walkers--the death march
We don't stare down into the eyes of our smart phones anymore
OH NO
We don't obsess over silly things like that anymore
Not since our world was taken over
They said it would happen.
How many times did we hear about threats
How many times did we see the signs
How many times did we ignore blatant messages, distracted by scandalous media
I don't need a love like that
From individuals, to a single organism
We move onward with bald heads and heavy hearts, stripped of individuality and dignity, struggling to carry our guilt and ignorance.
The pain of hunger consumes all thought as we're lead by our new shepherds into this mysterious room.
This room containing vents, and drains in the middle of tiled floors, and hooks hanging like decorations from the ceiling and walls, and a smell of burnt fumigated flesh.
There is no 12-step program to recovery where we're going
OH NO
Where we're going there is no journey back home
There is no path to redemption
Or forgiveness
OH NO
Where our final destination lies, we feel
Only the licking of Lucifer's flames on our skin
Only the welcoming mouths of alligators lurking in the depths below
Only mind-wrenching pain of our guts being torn from our bodies while we're still very wide awake and very much alive.
But we were never free.
Not really.
Not when my privacy is being ***** by my fathers.
Not when my speech is being stolen from my throat
Not when my state is policed and quoted.
Not when I cannot marry my own *** without life or death consequences.
Not when i cannot make decision regarding my body without being reprimanded or condemned to hell.
And especially not since i look like you.
But I have a secret.
I am metal on the inside.
Devoid of your human emotions and crippling urges.
You never would have known, if I hadn't told you.
But let's face it--gullible is written on the ceiling. And you have been my sheep for longer than you will ever realize.
Survival of the fittest.
You thought you were still free because the only thing separating us was a vast amount of beautiful blue void?
Distance is only the amount of time separating two points.
What made you think we wouldn't make our way to you?
You'll never survive us.
As dark droplets fall from the sky, the taste of copper on your lips--
You'll die how you lived--unidentifiable sheep in a herd led by corrupted robotic suits, forever following the bread trail of an empty promise.
A long line of weary walkers--the death march
We don't stare down into the eyes of our smart phones anymore
OH NO
We don't obsess over silly things like that anymore
Not since our world was taken over
They said it would happen.
How many times did we hear about threats
How many times did we see the signs
How many times did we ignore blatant messages, distracted by scandalous media
I don't need a love like that
From individuals, to a single organism
We move onward with bald heads and heavy hearts, stripped of individuality and dignity, struggling to carry our guilt and ignorance.
The pain of hunger consumes all thought as we're lead by our new shepherds into this mysterious room.
This room containing vents, and drains in the middle of tiled floors, and hooks hanging like decorations from the ceiling and walls, and a smell of burnt fumigated flesh.
There is no 12-step program to recovery where we're going
OH NO
Where we're going there is no journey back home
There is no path to redemption
Or forgiveness
OH NO
Where our final destination lies, we feel
Only the licking of Lucifer's flames on our skin
Only the welcoming mouths of alligators lurking in the depths below
Only mind-wrenching pain of our guts being torn from our bodies while we're still very wide awake and very much alive.
But we were never free.
Not really.
Not when my privacy is being ***** by my fathers.
Not when my speech is being stolen from my throat
Not when my state is policed and quoted.
Not when I cannot marry my own *** without life or death consequences.
Not when i cannot make decision regarding my body without being reprimanded or condemned to hell.
And especially not since i look like you.
But I have a secret.
I am metal on the inside.
Devoid of your human emotions and crippling urges.
You never would have known, if I hadn't told you.
But let's face it--gullible is written on the ceiling. And you have been my sheep for longer than you will ever realize.
Survival of the fittest.
You thought you were still free because the only thing separating us was a vast amount of beautiful blue void?
Distance is only the amount of time separating two points.
What made you think we wouldn't make our way to you?
You'll never survive us.
As dark droplets fall from the sky, the taste of copper on your lips--
You'll die how you lived--unidentifiable sheep in a herd led by corrupted robotic suits, forever following the bread trail of an empty promise.
