Horrible Things

Hundreds of thousands dead. Corpses pile high. By the coming of the dawn, thousands more will die Another life isn't your problem, but who has to perish to make you care? Body count increases hourly, before this is over we'll get there. Witness the rider of pestilence, For he's come to take your lives. You're all so fucking easy to kill It's like you just can't wait to die. Contagion bleeds in. The void opens wide. Proudly we go. The time has come to... Die at the hands of infectious disease. A world of trauma won't stop you now. Selfish vice on full display; you really think that you'll never bow. A million claws grasp your lungs, you struggle but you can't breathe. As you gasp for your final breath, try to tell me what you believe. Rampaging white horse rules the streets, reaps a bountiful crop. Fanged mouth tastes of the sweetly rotting flesh, the mounting carnage can't be stopped. I am an exceptional American, I live only for me. This is what I believe in: This is terminal apathy. I am the locus of existence, And your life means nothing to me. I am the apex of glory: I am terminal apathy. We have become hateful creatures. We have become what we have chosen to be. We succumb to our worst nature: We succumb to terminal apathy. The time has come for a crumbling empire, The end is here a dying country. Behold our moribund executioner: Behold terminal apathy.

Reward in heaven, torment on Earth, Ancient texts justify your abuse. Your own god's name, taken in vain, With every life you cleave apart. Twisting minds toward hatred And disgust of one's own flesh. Obsessions turn towards purity But you can never be scrubbed clean. Your god won't forgive you, From pages statue-still. Your god can't forgive you, So pray your victims will. Fear of flame, buried deep, Unearthed to keep you in line. Obedience, weaponized, Sentence the next in your holy line. Every bone fragment embedded in your bloodied gums, Every grand accusation you summon to bury your own crimes speaks of your abuse. Eternal life for the believers, Unending punishment for the unclean. A thousand lies, one truth: The one you worship has always despised you. If God made us, if he truly knows who we are, Then he made us to be destroyed. If God made us to be destroyed, Then let us blaspheme until our dying breaths.

The age of kings is over. The age of gods is now. All hail our opulent saviors, who provide such endless bounties. But when so few hoard mountains of gold, When so many have nothing but their skin, Do you ever stop to think, which side of the battle line are you on? Starving at the heart of the empire... is this the best we can do? A communion in reverse: a cup emptied for the promise of wealth But the promises of gods are never fulfilled. And if you fail, you're the one to blame. There's no excuse but moral impurity. Burn it all down! burn it all down! The only way forward is to burn it all down! The blood of gods must be spilled! Burn it all down! Burn it all down! Stoke the flames and melt the crown, You'll see they bleed just like you! Our messiahs have always been dragons. How their gilded lies glitter in the dark. The lowest caste is bled dry so you don't complain when they bleed you too. A church is a church, whatever's being sacrificed on the altar. A scam is a scam, no matter what colors or symbols it's draped in.

Ripped from the warmth From the perfect black cocoon of non-existence. Dragged by the light, Cold, bright, searing, kicking and screaming. Thrust to the world—cold as the void. Forced into a world Of chaos, of meaninglessness, with no direction. It chews you up Starlight fangs of atomic forces and apathy. Thrust to the world—cold as the void. We are one with the chaos of the universe. We are free, alive, finite, beautiful. Slave to none; no master, no fate, no god. Hold me close. The sky above us is infinite. Hold this truth close to you, forever: we are free.