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MISERY INDEX – FED TO THE WOLVES

admin — Sun, 01 Aug 2010 16:17:00 +0000

Roll forth the dice, the hourglass tipped
Conformity reigns, soon enough the hammer hits
Imagination crushed, where brilliance once thrived
Predictably they’ll serve, as worker bees beneath the hive

Assembly-line indoctrination
Like heads of cattle herded home
Some might call them pioneers
Reality would call them drones

Funneled out fast, from classroom to cancer
Disciples at play, so bland, yet so sincere
Pharmacy-fueled, cavorting as fake friends
Whittled down dull, to shallow, uncreative ends

Work, play and reproduction
The three pronged trident-spear
Impaling deep in wisdom’s head
How quickly youth can disappear

Atrophy as institution…dead

Siphon the lifeblood, extract the untapped
Children resolved to uninspired epitaphs
Follow their footsteps, vomit their concepts
Thrown out the front door, fed off to the waiting wolves

Refine their tunnel vision, the best is left unseen
Usher their role as ciphers, tin soldiers bound to the machine

Racing to the end…

Salivating tongues, lycanthropic scents
Detect their future pawns, managers and malcontents
Open doors shut, the canopy is caved
Servility enshrined, next stop: the open grave

MISERY INDEX – OUTSOURCING JEHOVAH

admin — Tue, 27 Jul 2010 05:56:00 +0000

Their dumped along the coastline on a silent East trade wind,
Then appearing if by magic, in freight-lined bins,
From labor market hell, straight to well-worn shelves,
Would Jesus shop at Wal-Mart if the crosses were on sale?
Things upon blessed things,
In idolatry where death is worshiped,
Cash cured sins, in this fetish of the object holy,
Still you put your love in idols built by mortal man,
Now what did God say in that old testament?
And what about those workers, in exotic China-land?
They have your daddy’s job, and you’re next on the corporate outsource plan… as serfs born to serve your Lord in command,
“Now our border’s the place where the grace of Christ ends,
It does not apply to those heathen abroad,
As long as they slave, I’ll have them to thank -
It’s more cash in hand to spend at the mall”,
Woe to the children of God!
O Suffer thy misguided ways!
…you’ve sold your human essence to the cold world of dead and empty things…
You’re sold.

MISERY INDEX – CONQUISTADORS

admin — Mon, 26 Jul 2010 17:33:00 +0000

At dawn he rides, the fleet sets sail, the tanks will roll, when Mars screams,
Across the world, our children wake, abandoned offspring, writhing there,
Choked by the hidden hand of God,
The swansong is on his lips, an albatross hangs from his red neck,
The doves are dead, the hawks are free, to propagate the burdens of empire,
What eyes have seen the world,
From well-worn knees,
Where corpses lay at soldier’s feet,
Conquistadors – God Speed!
The Prophet and the angel,
Inside his oval lair,
She whispers to his empty head,
“Conquistador… war is peace”,
As infidels in Eden’s garden… we’ll tear out the serpent’s eyes,
“A class filth infested, the heathen of the Holy Land -
We’ll trample, stomp, and segregate them
Their God is dead-infected, they’re rats within our shrines -
Conquistador… why would I lie?
Have another drink of wine,
Toast it to the terrorist,
You’re brothers in each other’s arms,
Doppelganger’s in distress,
The clash of the fools, he arrives,
Blinded and faith-martyred,
Cleansed and reborn,
As the suicide crusader with the passion of Christ armed,
In the shadow of the crescent moon,
The crucifix shines in its petrol graveyard,
In what God’s name shall they rule?
…the Cowboy and Caliphate, in love with each other.

MISERY INDEX – MANUFACTURING GREED

admin — Sun, 25 Jul 2010 14:10:00 +0000

Commodify the vision and sanctify the rape with moral antidotes.
Wide awake and dead, we consumate the bond, stomach tied in knots.
Driving class relations, engines working hard, this mechanism breeds
contradictions.
Bury expectations, nothing’s going to last, the tide is turning back -
revocation.

They can’t control us, there’s nothing left.
Our thirst for vengeance, your dying breath.
It’s a quiet revolution, from the city to the fields.
We’re not forgotten, reject this greed machine.

Hope is for the hopeless, dreaming for a life as opiates replace human
passion.
Advertise our weakness, colonize our space, feed the appetite as force fed
gluttons.

It’s life in dead time, it’s self-decay.
Their so-called heaven now rots away.
It’s a quiet revolution, from the city to the fields.
We’re not forgotten, reject this greed machine.

With golden eyes our gods will lead us.
As labor slaves we work away.
Drunk and baited, packaged, processed.
This market orgy fucks for pay.

Cutting through the lies that bind us.
Fist-fucking the status quo.
We loot and burn their paradise.
Burn.

Their planet’s just a whorehouse, based on greed and avarice.
Demand your life and take it back, their world is dead and drunk on piss.
You’re a slave if your collar’s white, a slave if your collar’s blue.
Chains locked around your neck, you’ll work too hard, you’ll work to death.

Tides of human flotsam floating, tired and alone.
The ones who want to fight are the ones that have no hope.
Bury all your trust just like you buried all your dreams.
The ends that justified their rule will justify our means.

MISERY INDEX – EMBRACING EXTINCTION

admin — Sun, 25 Jul 2010 13:42:00 +0000

We process the facts, and choke on the math
Yet we can’t come to terms with ourselves
Gorge belly up to the table of wants
It’s “all you can eat” after all!

Embracing extinction, what higher form of life,
Destroys his creations?… how far we’ve come to fall

Diet of all things, consumption run amok
Dionysian days undone

We open the earth, to shit in our graves
We rest on our laurels attained
Bacchanal feasts, long out of date
For two-legged beasts unrestrained

Embracing extinction, what higher form of life,
Destroys his creations?… how far we’ve come to fall

Diet of all things, consumption run amok
Dionysian days…undone

MISERY INDEX – PLAGUE OF OBJECTS

admin — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 13:22:00 +0000

Disembodied, our consciousness
Explodes and fragments, into streams of sleek illusion
Our ambitions, they intertwine
Across these wires, where imagery and circuitry conceive your dreams inseparable from mine

One part desire, and one part capital, fuel delusion,
For all these pointless things we’ll never need

Glaring facades, fade to mirage, coaxing in culture benign
Hunting for bliss, yet none can exist, where no wit nor wisdom thrives
Soma-sedate, running in place, dimensions compressing with time
Dreaming in code, sleeping awake, spiraling into an endless night

A plague of objects, ephemeral, hallucinations, consensual…invite them in

Feeding online, absent of mind, a chorus of billions thrive
Drifting away, cascade and fade, where desire comes pre-made
Click and delete, end and repeat, no world beyond that door
Troll and evade, lurk and persuade, the worst you’ll find’s an error 404

A plague of objects, ephemeral, hallucinations, consensual…
invite them in…
let them build your castles in the air

Through deserts dry hypnotic, the dreams of man will crawl
Parched with thirst and dying, into waiting corporate claws
Youth flows here forever, from fountains spewing terabytes
Why believe in heaven, when all that’s solid melts to air in life?

MISERY INDEX – MEET REALITY

admin — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 09:40:00 +0000

Outside your gated homes,
The world begins where your street ends
Yet in time, your demons will come crawling back
Praise God for what you have in life
For your wealth is as hollow as the heart you hold inside

A nightmare in three dimensions, this opulence embraced by man
Reapers of the peasant’s harvest, gorging on the fat of the land
Caged in worldly mansions, picking vassals out from the poor
Worship at the altar of avarice, where Bourgeois man is born

As dead men walking spoiled earth, who spend their shining coffers dry,
With thirst never quenched nor quelled, you ever think to question why?

Outside your window of comfort, its like night of the living dead
For each dime you bleed from another, the stench of your poverty spreads
Defining the world in equations, commodity prices and fees
You see other humans as cattle, to service the gluttonous beast

A werewolf’s banquet, of ostentatious parody
Masquerading fortunes, amassed through servility
As you eat them alive… now meet your slaves
Gomorrah caving in, on your precious homes, four walls falling fast

RABIES CASTE – HAEMOPHILIA

admin — Fri, 16 Jul 2010 11:10:00 +0000

Everyone’s opinion affects me
Listen to all the people who try to be
Closer to what I am
Where the hell were they when I needed them

NEVER COMING BACK FROM THIS PLACE
Never coming back here again
Trying so hard to understand
What I’ve been through all those years

Then everyone will say I don’t support you
The possibilities are not expanded
HOW MUCH LONGER WILL IT LAST
You and I and them it’s so good to be half dead

When everything has fallen apart
Broken pieces in the mud.