Hyperlust - Angelspit, tweaker

Found a bullet name scratched in

Walking bag of meat fake opinion

Switched on market hype

Over-run with parasites

Terrified to be boxed

Fixated on the fear of emptiness

Dead cynic no remains

Splatter the walls with unremarkable grey

Carcass does what it’s been told

(Horror. Burn. Brought. Sold.)

Never questions what it’s seen

This is what you need

Addiction, overpowers greed

This thirst is a must

Drugged up on hyperlust

Dead suspended robot dream

Just fodder for the machines

Concrete poured in your gut

Vermin slave open shut

Push paper in the dark

Fail-safe system for the caste

Last words before you die

«What the fuck did you do with you life»

Shit kicker obeys every word

(Cheat. Murder. Steal. Decay.)

Discovered by a spade

She worked tirelessly, maybe to appease her mother

Thinking it would atone for all her personal failings

Slave away until you’re free

Hide your shattered soul from others in this almighty first world prison