Study In Cancer - Crisis

We’re bred to follow and be devoured, to feed the machine.

it’s like

Suicide of the self, the mind.

Killing the free will, the transcending

Twisting our minds, loosening spines.

Ringleaders are breeding us their

Minions.

Sucking in prey to soft dark folds of Manipulation, Transformation

It’s calculated controled.

it’s infestation of the soul.

Reshaping innocence

In rage, bodies devoured by hate.

Cruel world order.

In malignant image we grow

Distrusting our minds with blind open eyes.

Despots thinking themselves artists

But truly are deconstructionist architects.

it*s calculated controled

It’s infestation of the soul.

Reshaping innocence in rage, bodies devoured by

hate

Cruel world order.

Hard heavy handed, Applied force of pressure.

I feel it I feel it

Bold dividing lines, Protect the chosen within.

I hate it I hate it.

Devour the people

Who have no power.

As long as someone leads you follow, like a herd of sheep

being led

To the slaughter cold blooded eyes, A habit of lying.

I get it i get it.

Words Of Damnations

Deciding my future.

I fuck it I fuck it.

Devour the people who have no power.

As long as

Someone leads you follow, Like a herd of sheep being led to the slaughter