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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