IRC-Galleria

Blastoff!
It's a violent surge of a clinical blast
This time the amount that they surpassed
Was high, way too high
The bio-filthed media-creationists climb
Up the ladder made of rich ideals
The poor and the villainous on both sides
Holding up the steps, taking shit dropping out of clear skies
Where the stuffed ones writhe
With money up their ass

Living the uncertain day in a slum
Where it's OK to sell ya bum
If you wanna get fed at the end of the day
No surprise this time the click made them insane

Evidently the course of the world
Has been left unsupervised
Evidence of this downfall is scattered around
Disguised as filthy lies

When we created the norm and the rules
We accused the compromise
And when we were caught
We placed all of the blame on the antagonized

Conceal!
Devolve into ideal
Morale surreal
Below the sex-appeal

What is the prize
When the stakes are this high
Is it more than enough
To confess in a slough
That our guilt was too strong
To supress all along
Do we know that we knew this before

I hear bullets leaking through
All the hate we imbue
On the mindless and the shocked
All the failures we have chucked
And the more we struggle on
Towards the hopelessness of war
To win, lose, or withdraw
No one cares anymore