The Living Shall Envy the Dead

Waking up living is like waking up dead. As the workers climb the precipice, the queen ant's still asleep in bed. She's hording all their rations, with slaves set to assist, and the mass of this lost colony will never see a day of living rest. The emperor now is rising and she still wears not a trace of clothes. The world around her crumbles, but her gluttony is all she knows.…The herds will thin, the walls will crack, their backs will break…its all for "progress?

Demand the Impossible

Each man can make their difference in life (If someone would fucking try) And as each of us lies rotting dead, our ideas will never die One man can start this fire, a second can feed the flames. All of the rest can forward the line, as bourgeois culture burns itself alive. Our frustration, give it to them, together as one. What we have is more than it takes to prosecute the enemy in time. The pessimism breeds and the nihilism feeds off the apathy we're fed though out our lives. What chance to fight together? What chance to tear their world apart? Power's derived in numbers, and numbers are what we have. Yet you complain and choose to abstain, when we could be fighting backTheir vultures will encircle with propaganda streams. Laying the bait and plotting the course, as our human spirits die of thirstThis is why we're living- for spirit, life, and blood. And as sure as the sun will bury the night- we will feed our appetite. Humanity's a weapon, each life's a sharpened blade. We're hammered dull till nothing is left- and fed on bread and circuses to death….To climb up off your knees, and fight for something real…"Out into the streets of ruined cities they will come. The bane of their existence fueled on battles that they soon will win. With colors running black and red on hope for future days, This call forever heard…vae victis"

Panopticon

The culmination of decades inside the machine, where production processes continually reinvent a fabricated reality. Inviting creative destruction for monetary gain. The need for material acquisition and financial pride superceding, reconstructing, bulldozing human interests, no more love, its life on their terms. Their gears will grind our aspirations to dust, this prophecy shall be decreed…One million eyes , Stare back empty through the bars of this Prison ….without walls. The Iron Heel will flatten the existence of man as he is trampled under the foot of modernity, the push-the pull, the cockroach crushed. Brick by brick, progress engulfs imagination, creativity, spirit, these are DEAD things. The consequence of a passive population is the eradication of hope- And the eradication of hope is the greatest crime against humanity.