Black haze. No eyes.
Formal wisdom always dies.
Control. Curtains drawn.
Lying awake. Another hateful dawn.

Die now. Sleep later.
Consult your defeat creator.
Dread fear. Deep inside.
Embedded in social pride.

Incarnate dissonance.
Dysfunction imminense.
Deprived of all illusions.
This has no conclusion.

One voice. One word.
Come rage from massing herd.
No one. Will die.
If we all just chant the lie.

Kitchen drone. Clan jail.
No daughter unfit for sale.
Mouth shut. Behave.
Another stillborn from your grave.
And why are my ears bleeding?