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HUSK:

Shackled to profit

Enslavement of the senses

Freewill is controlled

Asphyxiated in apathy

Mental degradation

A slow and agonising death!

LIFELESS BIRTH

LIVING ABORTIONS WALK

GLOAT, THE BASTARDS' SMILE

HUSKS OF MEN WE MARCH

Awaiting our collectivist deaths

Deceit fed to us in troughs

Intravenously we believe them to survive

Cower in seclusion like dying dogs

Stripped of all dignity, your life in their hands

Precious life wasted for social rankings

A corruption of mortality beyond words

Devoid and lifeless

Husks of men march

The swansong of humanity

For a bloated and inane society

Alive although we might seem

Inside we are nothing but dead

We are nothing but dead...