how we percieve
our daiy dose of grief
we hunt the screen
enjoy our meals
and look for something that we’ve never seen
the most depraved
the most obscene of ways
some are embraced
dismissed as fake
but never contemplated anyway
we cry out for bloodshed
we thrive on misery
we’re all tied up
in our own meaningless ways
we need the comfort of another’s loss
to get us through the next day
bottled up frustration
constrains vulgarity
we compensate it
with an impeccable smile
while we watch each other take the fall
to serve as entertainment for a while
now how can you pretend
not to recognize
the thrill
of what you keep within
never dared to try
kill
your conscience
and you’ll see
you don’t realize
the truth
is you can not deny
that you’re only as human as you’re vile
there’s nothing in between
the cross on our face
marks the disgrace
under the cover of society
so what’s so strange
about the seething rage?
it shouldn’t be a surprise
to your accustomed eyes
who’ve seen the worst of our anxiety
let’s begin the bloodshed
applaud catastrophy
let go of our so-called civil restraints
and seek the pleasure of another’s loss
to give us all a nice day
give in to temptation
and all our primal needs
wear the cross with an impeccable smile
and in the end we won’t remember
that we only have been human for a while
now how can you pretend
not to recognize
the thrill
of what you keep within
never dared to try
kill
your conscience
and you’ll see
you don’t realize
the truth
is you can not deny
that you’re only as human as you’re vile
counting the days
since humanity caved
tried to remain
while i hold on to my sanity
all i can see
is what i can be
without the constraints
of this makeshift morality
gone are the days
when there was reason for shame
behind anonymous screens
we saw damnation unfolding
in thousands of feeds
we watched the innocent bleed
forgot what empathy means
while we were taking in all we could see
once we get our hands on you
we’ll play
the little game in life
called agony
we’ll rip your guts and fuck them up
until you cry
you will cross or you will wish
that you could die
anger gives way
overtaken by a violent rage
the loss of sadness and pain
as my conscience is killed
while my body is slain
i only feel entertained
no sense of sorrow remains
once you cross
it is all fun and games
take me down
steal my soul
cut me up
rape the hole
kill, fuck, eat
what makes us
all we need
to break us
humanity
reduced
to kill, fuck eat
and then repeat it all
again
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