violent claustrophobia, cages leave nowhere to run and here you're jamming the trigger and you're holding the gun spawning of your wretched existence nurtured in fear, born of prisons you have nothing left to offer beyond the power you relinquish from occupied to decolonized our assimilation is your demise embrace the entropic nature of time nothing can be the same your mind is not decolonized ideals did not imperialize the stone and the fire revitalized it has only just begun from occupied to decolonized don't care if your rule was justified embrace the entropic nature of time nothing can be the same

beyond rejection, active resistance active secession is abolition beyond hypothetical, beyond intentions stasis confines, action conditions lets take the fight to them every stone that we cast, every fence we cut is a step reclaimed beyond that of thought when the concrete breaks ruptures remain, weeds will push through, they cannot be contained. to dissolve alone in a prison of fear the degradation of an allegiance clinged to year after year beyond rejection, active resistance active secession is abolition beyond hypothetical, beyond ambition/intentions stasis confines, action conditions or to transcend the bonds of choice and identity in the act of purging stasis to reclaim responsibility ideas are only worth the action they inspire will you stop at presentation or will you light the fires? every stone we cast is the next stone cast for every fence we cut, there remains a gap when the concrete breaks ruptures remain, weeds will push through, we cannot be contained.

so you think you're the master of your fate a god amidst the fools, rotting sick in disarray how can, a predator so high fall prey to sycophants, born abused and died? the growth of empire consolidation of wealth is your systematic slavery the prison you'll dwell a lack of conscience only serves to feed your illusory salvation pawn of a macrocosmic disease (and its so easy to collapse into an ideology, that both bolsters ego and defers responsibility) turning your back to those who you consider fools symptomatic, that you are among the used slavery, to systems as old as slavery itself disregard for consience favors only those who rule

i wake within a room, a switch lies at my side the choice of comfort over darkness am i satisfied with the price? your passive existence is an absent hate illusory dogmas, propagate your willful stasis, your prideful disdain claims its victims, while you stagnate lacking any semblance of emotional association roots severed from any real connection gerenerations of inbred colonial mentality hate becomes the assumed reality. you captain a death machine, command social order, wield blind omnipotence, consume silent slaughter and it feels so ok, yeah there's no place like home i'm just doing my job, i'm just paying the toll well its too fucking high, and it gets worse every year how about recognizing the cyclic nature of our fear we ignore the violence to buy our next day and as we grow weaker, their power accumulates the blood we cough up is on all our hands now

you just wanted to connect but the dim glow and the soft drone says isolation but your pain ain't a pain when its trained to insist a deeper intoxication your gods are gleaming with trust when its all submit or bust and alternatives gasp for air before they quietly drown in a sea of rust all i wanted was a home and a friend all i got was an end to the pain conditional, cyclical consent to linking systematic chains no kings in the age of the hive mind, no foresight in the age of the blind no consciousness or conscience intentions or compromise your leaders all have leaders followers all have followers all leechers and no seeds no pills but we all swallowers all i wanted was a home all i wanted was a friend all i wanted was to be alone the isolation, the isolation without end. when the only means of surviving is to sever your own hands the tightening noose of runaway technology your solution to a struggle is to struggle endlessly? consume an empty cure, desire forevermore the addiction of submission to a self-inflicted war their infrastructure is a weapon, we seek their absolute disarmament unless you're cutting loose their assets never accept to be a part of it resistance doesn't end til the machine lies in wreckage so lets take the fight to them, disassemble every weapon i face the collapse of my deepest compassion with the best of intent i hold fast to my friends our collective incompetence harbors no blame when we're all too ashamed to embody our demands participation in a massive crowd-sourced weapon subversion of supplement to subsistence the consequence of weaponizing the most positive, healthy social interactions is a disconnect so deep, connection begets its existence fuck your lifelines, fuck your empty words, fuck your faceless aggression, fuck your soulless comforts fuck the privilege of distance to those who you would claim as friends, fuck your submission to adulterating means to meet no end.

they want no part in your worthless dream the earth you tend fuels their machines mobilization, determination emancipation, no hesitation from leveled fields through a sea of cages we're here for absolute liberation a drudging harvest of the life that remains encroaches further forward, summons petrol and flame and while some of us stand firm chained in place in their path other conceive more preemptive and strategic attacks because for us the war was never fought for profit or gold we just want back our lives lost, our families our homes the idea to the disconnected lost deep within we'll fight with every last breath not to death but to win a noxious haze plagues the air we breathe 2-hydromethyl shit rains on GMO seeds mixed with water penetrates and feeds rivers to coast, an eternal bleed. a will to live emboldens me to live unchained, wild and free no longer feeding your machine i'll fight to the death but its not gonna be me.