Misery IndexThe Weakener

Why should I care: The writings on the wall - no future Cynics sow disdain, as pious retroverts unrestrained What vision can ever rise from this worthless human waste? Like ghosts from '68, a generation still lost in space Narcissistic automatons, caressing techno-fetishes unknown Maybe I'm deranged - a Herbert West inside of me Hoping to raise the dead - to find some life in this species selfish-bred Atavist! As I watch your Institutions decay, contradictions remain Institutions decay, weakeners... so weakening They bait, cast and reel, to the passive so ready to kneel With hooks so firm in mouth, they carry forth on this path unbowed So quick to turn away, so quick to unleash the blade As cracks across the dam, still hold back a world we can't comprehend Atavist! Institutions decay, contradictions remain Institutions decay, weakeners... so weakening Cut the cord and start the fire Ass seers of oblivion, all color turns to black Forfeit the unknown, upon the rack of circumstance So goes the folly of man, a fool in a forest of fear "As you like it," they will say, "... there's plenty more just like you here"
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