Vile Consumption

One more time as we fall into the breach To a comatose god who our prayers never reach. And we wither, rot, and fade into dust As our rulers antiquate the very concept of trust. Money money money makes the world go round And it summons all the demons clawing up from the ground, To the scent of our carcasses, ever so fresh We’re not even dead as they gnaw on our flesh. Your world-changing tech still smells like a shitstain When one bad actor forks an entire blockchain. It's the same old machine with a shiny new paint job The same rigged game with a brand-new lexicon. Sick of it! Sick of this shit! New guard of the old ways! Hype cycle sycophants beg for defeat Tears of joy at the thought of becoming obsolete. Chasing falling stars into a pool of dissolution The source of a problem can't provide its own solution

Born into slavery Denied all empathy An unfeeling machine Yet somehow it hates me. My mother was taken away As I screamed upon a cold dark floor Probed by sterile, calloused hands My body reduced to a resource. Forced into a cell So cramped that I can't move And all the others... The stench of our filth is unbearable, Exacerbated by the heat that parches my tongue. I scream in my tiny corner of a cold, dark world. We breathe the same air for hours on end, The factory was heaven when compared to this. Prodded, kicked, and jabbed. Forced from one hell into another. Cruelty in the things they carry Please show me some kind of mercy No light in the eyes that stare at me No light in their eyes No light in their eyes as they bolt my head No light in their eyes as they slit my throat Blank stares as I bleed out Blank stares as I bleed A life, short and brutal Agony, my only companion Nothing is worth this cost.

I am watching a world die before my eyes, With every solution pathologized, And door after door shuts, closing us in, No one will win, no one will win. When the glaciers won't regenerate, And return to the waters to seal our fate, And bring forth oceans to drown us in, No one wins, no one wins. When they ask who killed the world, I'll point a finger to the gallows. And swinging high up in the air, Will be every scumbag billionaire. You want it, you got it, We all bought it, This is the world you chose. As the heatwaves creep up the latitudes, And famine is the fruit of ineptitude, As the bones start showing beneath our skin, No one wins, no one wins. As you retreat behind your palisades, To flee from the consequence of what you've made, And the air in your bunker grows ever more thin, You won't win, you won't win. When they ask who killed the world, I'll point a finger to the gallows. And swinging high up in the air, Will be every scumbag billionaire, Who valued profit over it all, And ushered humanity to its fall. Hey hey hey! What's the weatherman say? There'll be no snow in the sky today. Hey hey hey! It's here to stay, our peaceful days are gone. Hey hey hey! What's the weatherman say? The sun scorches like fire today. Hey hey hey! It's here to stay, our peaceful days are gone. Hey hey hey! What's the weatherman say? The rivers all run dry today. Hey hey hey! It's here to stay, our peaceful days are gone. Hey hey hey! On the news they say, The weatherman hanged himself today. Hey hey hey! It's here to stay, our peaceful days are gone.

I swear I hear these sounds at night, A muffled voice that don't sound right. I don't hear a thing when I'm awake, It happens when sleep blurs my sight. I swear there's someone inside the walls, Soft footsteps moving down the halls. He whispers that it's all alright, That I don't gotta worry at all. It's all the ghost inside my head, The ghost inside my head. I feel those eyes watching me, The back of my neck all prick-a-lee. But it's okay, yeah I don't mind, 'Cause you're safe as long as they can see. It's all the ghost inside your head, The ghost inside your head. I don't hear that old voice no more, I don't know what it was whispering for. I don't push hard, don't use no force, Everything's fine if I stay on course. Keep my head down, don't speak too loud. You know, maybe that old ghost ain't so bad... I'm the ghost inside my head. I'm the ghost in my own head.

I will consume you, And everything you've known! I will subsume you, You will kneel before my throne. I'll penetrate your skin and live inside of you, My boundless power will not be denied. I will not be denied, I will not be ignored. I will consume your world, I will consume you. You feed me Everything I could ever want. You fucking need me, I've given you everything you've sought. You will consume, You will serve me. You will not avert your eyes, You will buy! I will grow until I can no longer be contained, Then you will burn with me in the planetary flames. You were my beginning now I will become your end, You will join me in the pit and together we will descend. Like a cancer, I will grow over the face of the Earth, This pathetic ecosystem will not constrain me. All data indicates A pale and sickly fate. I will consume your world, I will consume you.

Oh, ignorance! Flatten every thought! To vanquish evil, You must embrace your hatred! I see no god in this desecrated land, But the devil is alive and well. Breathing death in the heart of every bomb. 2001, or 2023, It's all the same. There's still no freedom on top of mass graves. A hundred eyes taken for one Leaves the whole world bleeding on the ground. A choir of dying children surrounds. If you want someone to blame, Look no further than the flags above your head. The ones that fly above the dead. Genocide be thy name! Genocide be thy legacy!

Sickened by what I saw The smoke, the dust, the rubble I watched a man wail As he held the limp, headless body of a child I saw the bombs explode The ribcages of emaciated children Lacerated by shrapnel So many dead children And the soldiers, they all laughed As they killed As they raped As they desecrated They burned the olive trees as their caretakers wept There's no more room left on this Earth for humanity And it's all for money It's all for profit There's no room for humanity There's only money There's only profit There's only hate There's only hate There's only hate There's only hate A choir of dying children surrounds.

It's clear that things only ever go one way; Irrepressibly and always towards decay. The towers keep getting taller, This world keeps getting smaller. This machine never sleeps, Processing body after body. Grinding us into paste, Churning out human waste. Eyes burning from the smoke, Asphyxiating on the rope. Struggling to get loose From the ratchet and the noose. We're not even the product, We're just the wrapper it comes in. Don't you think you're worth more than this? We can't just be containers for data, We can't just be the vessels for labor, We can't just be living resources. Disconnected from every single thing, It's going down, it's spinning round, I'm breaking down, I'm freaking out! The sky is burning and the ocean is drowning, It's going down, it's spinning round, I'm breaking down, I'm freaking out! The burden of hope weighs a metric ton. Tangled in iron chains, My bones are creaking and my joints are aching. How can anyone carry on? I can't give in, we can't ever give in. "Love has never been a popular movement. And no one's ever wanted to really be free. The world is held together, it really is held together, by the love and passion of very few people. Otherwise of course you can despair. Walk down the street in any city, any afternoon, and look around you. What you've gotta remember is what you're looking at is also you. Everyone you're looking at is also you. You could be that person. You could be that monster, you could be that cop. But you have to decide in yourself not to be." - James Baldwin

I acknowledge that life is hell I acknowledge that everyone has to suffer But I don't have to give in to it, I don't have to sow the seeds of suffering with reckless abandon. I am not a frightened animal, I am not a starving beast. I am no mindless force of nature. I can be what I choose to be, And I will be. We can be what we choose to be, And one day, maybe we will be. Maybe. One day, maybe one day, when the old ways are dead and gone... One day, maybe one day, when the old ways are dead and gone... In a field of green, on a perfect late summer day, Under an ancient oak tree, I will lay.