none of this is the truth

sadistic intent

the modern cynic

venom spitters fatalistic

poison seeping

these machines are never sleeping

the illusion of power

the life and the death of a coward

i know now we're lost

i know now you're gone

born into this post-modern trauma

severed intentions

tethered affection

all encompassing

domination

the fall of the state

division disorder

annulled of every treason

these machines prey on the weakest

no moderation

you're either dead or you're complacent

no end no love no one

none of this is the truth