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Like blind worms crawling through the mud

Enslaved to the emptiness of the fallen ego

Inhabiting a corrupted profane cosmos

From womb to grave - no direction, no meaning

Broken from inside they exist to spread discord

Chasing the dirt - sinking through existence

Pursuing pleasure and hiding from pain

A maze of rats bent on self-destruction

You have drank from the waters of Lethe

And your vessel has become your prison

The pain you feel could be your guide

If you were willing to fall and die in it

The wheels of time grind everything

Will you stand up and take that step

To lose yourself and find your Self

And discard the laws of men eternally

Slaves of the Static Parasite

Automatons of Fear and Hate

The last of men in a dying world

Empty vessels of flesh and bone