Duane
by Burn the Priest· from Self-Titled
Flickering lies glazed cornea creating cerebral corpses. A senseless data overload a prime-time hypnosis bow to idiot box. Self-induced anueretic sty alpha waves flatline encapsulated time tape eraser mind waste away your life. How light could be our darkest hour? None will be left when they come to collect their blood debts. All accounts will run dry, a binary vessel full of nothing but dust. A vicious lust for control has turned us into pawns for faceless kings, shedding rivers of blood turned the already too full of abused strength and anger, of abused strength and power. Bio-economics killing again and again.