March of the animals
the indication of a time where the passion of man is lived through fiction
feed off of the bottom line
let entertainment be the last refuge for mass opinion

angst_isst_die_seele_auf

Thrust into this competition naked and undone
Back to back
yet divided on our own
Fear breeding fear
exploding pressures on
we're locked away in self-made chains

demand_the_impossible

Each man can make their difference in life (if someone would even try) for
each of us lies rotting dead
Our ideas will never die
One man can start this fire
A second can

history_is_rotten

Sleepwalking through our spoon-fed lives...

As evidence of times before
in chapters long forgotten
the reotting tombs of history are written by the victors
empty wo

birth_of_ignorance

Innocence and prejudice
Ruling perverse minds
Molded by environment
Hatred of all kinds
Never knowing tolerance
The ignorant domain
Never knowing freedom


retaliate

Crawling from the cities the filth chokes me to the taste, feeding the
desire to destoy this culture that I hate, the daily inquisition, the fear
that fuels our lives, sets each man

the_great_depression

Storm clouds spreading
Black horizons oil slick the southern sky
What prospects should I gather here to motivate my corpse to rise?
Bloodshot
My eyes reject the staleness

order_upheld/dissent_dissolved


the_unbridgeable_chasm

These images of the television heads spouting promises that disappear in
days
move and shift as we cross the Styx (and the carnival slips out of town)
Past ideas never did us a

servants_of_progress

Bred for the wheel...

Running like a dog far too long
waiting for a chance to 'be'
learning your lessons with pride then fall into line
your class inclination is to

the_lies_that_bind

Rising from the tide, a Kraken cloaked in wisdom, propagates his lies,
For love of living death...

As faith in leaders falter and dole-queues stretch for snake-like miles