Machinery inhabits the flesh of man, conceiving synthetic memory and thought. Flashing patterns, of 1’s and 0’s polices our actions, and distorting all original judgment. A fabricated existence, drives our endeavors into self destruction, this is humanity’s due future. A suicide jump from the conveniently tiled roof of our conveniently luxurious homes, scattering splatters of blood across the concerts, only to remind future views of humanity’s past stupidity. A self inflicted bullet hole in our head’s, in utter indifference of our viewing family’s.

Short grindcore song, written in about 6 minutes.
I'm gonna drive all night, take some speed. I'm gonna wait for the sun to shine down on me. I cut a hole in my roof in the shape of a heart snf I' goin' out west where they'll appreciate me"

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Cause I love feelin' dirty
And I love feelin' cheap
And I love it when you hurt me
So drive those staples deep