This Is a Test ...No Flesh Shall Be Spared - Harlots

We are the unstoppable machine that lays waste to everything that comes in

contact with its hands

We construct

Then we will deconstruct and then reconstruct until there is nothing left for us

Someday the machine will break down

When our organs cease to function we will have built what is going to be

destroyed

This is an act of war

It’s our human nature to eradicate ourselves for the betterment of ourselves

In the event that we escape what is our destiny we will outthink ourselves into

destination

Like we are dying, truly engulfed in the moment

Some day we will try to walk, but we will not remember how to

And we never thought it would come to this

It is forever

We walk through barren lands with wounds open

We escape the collective that remains

This cancer reigns on a growth all its own