The Papers said that God was already Dead
But the Tabloid press is full of hollow sensational threats
As the lie infested Flags of peace begin burning brightly red
The tempting offer of sophisticated western plastic immortality
Is offered up to a fallen angel on a million dollar check
But he pops a white pill and enter a chemical enhanced globe of exstasey
The noose of alienation is slowly lowered around my neck
As I Slit my pale human wrists to escape this dead reality
I have a Devil on each shoulder destroying my innocens
As every one turns their childhood burnt backs to me
Sometimes all I ever see is that I'm so, so alone, because I'm
Imitating something so human that their God would call it blasphemy
"Do this for the father", conceal your Morally corrupted face of lies
Something's growing up from deep inside of the rotting tree
Corrupted and Polluted by this Un-reality of Fake Piety and Faith
Pray to the cryptic and unbelievable Holy father just to see
If he even cares at all, from with in your shell of the half-truth humanity
All the immortal revolutionary Heroes have been shot silently dead
Leaving those of us who have ever slightly lived our life's fully
To be sent to hell for ever believing in our un-important frail self's
The Holy Peoples God has a septic Gun-shot wound . . .
And it goes by the forbidden name of Humanity!



Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Lupar, in the year 269 AF.