1. Discordance

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2. I Abstain

I abstain!

Summon my pride? What pride lies behind blinkered eyes?
Your vigilance is shit!
"The lads together" – you'll fall!
Smug complacency, notions of reserving the right to think with your fists.
I abstain from this mundane apathy.

Committed to "all for red, white and blue" in effect you're fighting
for what's really fighting you.
"Grit those teeth, push out those chests" tears only for the flag.
Always the brave patriot as you slip to second class.

But you stand steadyfast?

People are not subjects, why should the few get more respect?
Open your eyes!

Imperialism feeds off you, not patrons but patronized.
Open your eyes!

They're shaping you – you're trapped with "pomp and circumstance"
Lose your discretion.
Soon, you'll not fall from grace endorse their rhetoric you fade,
they prosper.
They're shaping you – you're trapped with "pomp and circumstance"
Lose your discretion.
Soon, you'll not fall from grace endorse their rhetoric you fade,
they prosper.

I abstain!
Don't be a colonial slave.
Don't substantiate the act.

3. Dementia Access

Prolonged exposure,
In a world where I try to belong.

– I TRY TO BELONG. –

Character cessation,
On a major scale of depression.

Declining sense of fear, a fear that is growing,
That some divine treason is making me feel.... – like nothing. –

Wide awake as I await sentence,
Resisting to be forced access.

Dementia access, – DEMENTIA ACCESS –

My immunity lenses every day,
I hope salvation relieves my disdain.

4. Christening Of The Blind

Inbred expectations in a belt of social security, free thought
demolished.
Generations of stereotypes clash, traditional values abolished.
Outcries from the blind converted, mentally shocked.
Their forcified vision shies away from reality, finally blocked.
Majority overweigh the scales of balance, secrets hidden, sin after
sin in their eyes.
Understanding is now too late, UTOPIA IS BANISHED.
The very morals trusted in have brought demise.
DEMISE!
Religion, love, compassion, confuse the truth with lies.
Traditions to be changed? Accept the inevitable?
Forge the narrowmindness to create a new paradise.

5. The World Keeps Turning

No way forward or back, in stalemate, we stagnate, life cycle is an
automation, instinctively, we race to get ahead?
And now our virgin minds are raped.
Another insignificance to join the rat race.
Self indulgence within our grasp.
We're taught but torn.
The sanctity of life, so vulnerable, the world keeps turning – we
spin out of control.
Guided, or could this mean misguided, no time for questions,
preoccupied with pressing on, the world keeps turning – we overdose
on overdrive.
Superior species with inferior ideas.
We overload our bodies and minds, respect this world while
committing suicide.
Poison trait.
We're the cause not the cure, our methods will surly drag us down.
Guided, or could this mean misguided, our virgin minds are raped –
the world keeps turning – we overdose on overdrive, we spin out of
control.
in stalemate, we stagnate!

6. Idiosyncratic

Not lacking insight or impetus to shout behind ideas that reforms in
us will bring about.

(As) parallels we run so close yet as I try to draw to you,
incoherence rears it's ugly head,
Of integration? You do your utmost to discourage it.

Envy, resentment, jealousy.
Token emotions – there is no need.

I try so hard to state my case yet as I try to draw to you.
Incoherence rears it's ugly head,
Resort to slander – you drive me further away.
Breakdown of minuscule faith – my wasted efforts!!!
It's your indifference, not mine, that puts me on a pedestal.
Then after the fact, you oppose me for a lack of support.

If your aims are to attract us condemnation.
The bitter taste I had now strengthens my resolve...To rise above!
RISE ABOVE!

7. Aryanisms

Put it on yourself to be, a role model, an image, that you feel,
should guide the habits, to form a movement of self – infatuated
fools.

Keeping "each to their own", where social bonding is taboo.
Keeping "each to their own", where social bonding is taboo.

Is it nice to be a clone in your interpetration of a perfect world?
Where all desire to consort is perceived as contagious disease.

Keeping "each to their own", where social bonding is taboo.
Keeping "each to their own", where social bonding is taboo.

Challenge your sordid claims to purify!

You distinction threatened? – absurd!!

Your wage crusades of loathing to prove a point – the need for
divine,
How can the thought of unbounded relations kindle so much hate –
outcast!!!

Get your kicks through persecution.
Used as scapegoats for your exterior doubts.
Exposing weakness – retarded, unworthy.

I cannot begin to comprehend how you wear such shame with vigor –
Homophobic, race antagonist.

Harmony can only flourish with mutual regard.

8. Cause And Effect (Part 2)

Reproach envelopes me. A hierarchy through violence – street society.
Street society. I voice my contempt.

Convinced of my immunity.

Yet on a smaller scale, in my conflicted world, my resistance is stretched.

You sense and provoke.

You mock and degrade my friends and aims, tempting drastic actions –
baiting me.

My shame turning, turning to rage!

Twisting the knot inside, the final strains of restraint discharged.

Acceleration of loathing, driving my physical force.

The shameful act, the feelings of angst, I considered myself
incapable.

Lay blame with me for the "bastard" that I am, (you're) too stupid
to understand the scars your cruel words inflict.

9. Juidicial Slime

Taste me, you made me what I am,
Mind polluting, worthless fuck.
Am I the mental feast, bruised and scarred, the underdog
A pawn within a losers game, my strength will grow upon your fear.
Slime, in time you'll face your end line, judge me not before yourself.
Breed, take my pride – that's all you can.
Hatred surges burning...

-BURNING ME –

Feed, for what atonement do you seek?
Your dying grasp of loyalty...

-BREAKS LIKE BRITTLE BONES –

Forgotten past, I stand condemned,
For I am more powerful than you'd imagine.

10. Distorting The Medium

Saturating, pre – assuming icon of the youth, ways and means to call the shots.
Fingers in the pies which resign us from vacant urges, facing the bombardment – no escape!
Stick your intentions! Parade of puppets, sickly sweet – you stink of vulgarity.
Sacrifice the faculties, all you've achieved is synthetic scenes.

Next step is to gain approval from those ignore, those who recognize the charade.
To fabricate alternatives designed to be expensive in hand with the regular facade.

Acquire acclaim with plastic actions, sickly sweet – you stink of vulgarity!
Sacrifice the faculties, all you've achieved is synthetic scenes.

Fit into the clich, a legend in your own brain, bigoted, motivated only for prestige.

A mask for your inadequacy.

Reshaping for what's required for slick commercially.
Censored for subversion, redundant machine.

Don't let them mold your identity.

11. Got Time To Kill

GOT TIME TO KILL!

Sometimes I wallow in the air, sometimes between a state of good
intention and pathos – no worries!!
I'VE GOT TIME TO KILL

Wear my bleeding heart on a discerning sleeve, the mind is there but
the spirit's weak – time to worry!!
When the time is killing concern.

Presumption, an assumption.
Redemption – unsolved.

Riding on the perseverance of others with armchair ideology.
I'm a link in a chain of strength.
Destructive inner fatigue corroding our effectiveness.

Got to kick myself into gear, instead of shrinking from activity.

I'VE GOT TIME TO KILL MY CONCERN!!!

12. Upward And Uninterested

Got to grab all you can – a perversion! Once you had the gall to
even up the score, moving in common circles, where the circles stood
for human bonds.

The tide has turned, allegiance tested.
Upward and uninterested.
Beforehand, adamant and strong, prosperity could not transform,
Snort the drug, gather the assets,
Step on the head of the drowning man.

The tide has turned, allegiance tested.
Upward and uninterested.

Hailed a savior as enterprise succeeds, your obsession overrides.
Where once you fought to stop the trap enclosing, now you lay the bait.

Speculate, capitalize.
Words that distort to promote financial genocide.
Ideals for trade, respect invested.
Upward and uninterested.

Got to grab all you can – a perversion!

13. Exile

Pushed, promoted, justified?.
Perhaps not guaranteed.
Reassuring cash transfer providing leads, media profile – fallacies
we need?
I THINK NOT!
Labels breed the money making rock machines.
Broadening minds, eyes blind.
Criticism for the masses – or for themselves?
Progression or procession?.
Do opinions count, or do they mount?
The piles of shit.
Alternative press delights us with.
Critique elite – ill informed.
No wrong can be done, depending on the trend at times to be
untrendy.
Unexpired exile, reluctantly we all indulge their tasteful hype.

14. Awake (To A Life Of Misery)

"We aren't their cattle.
We're not being bred for slavery..."
Thought trained to succeed.
From here on the pain begins.
We're maggots cast in a sea of struggle, bait for the big fish.
Crawl, forever crawling.
Faith holds no answers.
Ravenous – they greedily suck away your will to even argue.
A belief in something better.
Downtrodden, hopes still linger. Faces bear the same shallow fear of
forgotten prosperity.
Powers change.
The promise of reward. Declarations false and unjust.
Tame insecurity.
A dreamlike notion that life passes by.
Cushioning the blow of impending reality,
Aimlessness is flogging us – AWAKE!!

15. Contemptuous

Sadness, despair.
Sometimes the things I cherish, sometimes that all I've got.
And that's enough.
Bitterness, anger.
Man made torture, not to be shared.