Track #5 from the Manifesto Self-Released Metal Compilation Vol.1
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We see a developing potential for nearby a total control of human emotional status, mental functioning and will to act
Psychiatrist Wayne O. Evans, 1967
Suffering!
Us the children of a voracious age
ideal minds for corp-blessed goods
wasted above a pool of dying hope
the alienated youth
Them the messiahs and their marvelous machines
thought denominators and fate scriptwriters
Sculpturers of a comfortable global cell
the factories of truth
My pain and my pleasures were mass produced
to feed the financial balance
My senses of love and hate became guinea pigs
in the laboratories of the fixed educated men
..and a needle that infiltrates deeper in my head
And as we delectate the capitalism's grace
the golden slaughterhouses are becoming full up
above torture basements and slavery till valgus
we take our peaceful nap
Dressing our emptiness skinning innocence alive
and dispose of its defleshed carcass
copies of a paragon made to serve the beasts
through decades of iconic needs
A manufactured apathy
baptized as common logic
and the world 's laid on the altar of suffering!
...and i can hear their rusty gears growling
Industries...
Industries...
Born and grown in the shining swamp of miserable perfection
then I took a breath of a world I drew my own
Into industries of suffering my conformity was built
but their chains won't hold my screaming hope
Industries...
Industries...
...won't bind my world
Industries of mind forming
Industries of faith
Industries of history
and seeded racism hate
Industries of addiction
Industries of flesh-sale
Industries of suppression
Industries...
Industries!
Into the stench of their brain wastes
I learned to breath my own
Building conscience within the sludge
as the machine rolls on