You reek of death and pestilence
Dead rats and bloated carcasses
Resounded fears ring through my ears
The shadow fall first on those who tremble
One bad turn deserves another
The great pride sleeps under the cover of despair
Faced with the tide of ego
Past lives are spurned this way
Your facetime with your dead at last
As you preach to an audience
Of consequential demons
Face down you’re already dead
Sustaining on your own bullshit
Your debt to pass on the world
While morals are meagerly paid
Your facetime with your dead at last
As you preach to an audience
On these deaf ears you lie
My friends, my fellow dead
In these dying times of grave institutions
The day has come to embrace an old religion
With fear as the new god!
One last time the space between, thought and action
Breeding unrest, in your system focus
In the regret, of your pathetic lack of conviction
You’re already dead
You’re already dead
You’re already face down in your own bullshit
Your facetime