Iconoclast

Nothing, just nothing, Nothing will wipe this heart out And no one, just no one, no one will break this frontline We are, we are, we are the final ones We are, we are the, we are the final resistance...

I am the way... I challenge your sacred beliefs I slaughter the flock of sheep I am your redeeming device Look into the eyes of your bitter demise Habitual Ritualistic Eventually becoming sadistic...

Where's my immunization shot? i'm sick and i'm dying. i need resuscitation. suspect i've been infected since birth suspected to another's sickness. atrophy's damage is done. they won. i suffer on 'cos...

And it was and you were and it was and you were but only for a moment have i felt have i been and you were the moment the moment died.

The revolution is lost by the idle revolters. with their fuck-society culture with their stagnant threats. the beaten beast imitates its dreaded master by gnawing at its own leg. it's easy to see...