No Sanctuary

Welcome to Cell Block 427 it's 10 o'clock at night Can you see the rows of bodies twitching in their sleep And if you're hungry, if you fancy a bite The guards will be obliged to pick the fattest from the heap They drag the body through the filth by a cruelly mutated arm Up into the kitchen of the human factory farm It tries to scream but can't without a tongue One more slaughtered in the kitchen of the human factory farm Recipe: Take your body, grease it well and rip the kidneys out The sweat must be left on the skin, the throat allowed to bleed Prepare a stuffing, smash the jaw and jam it down the throat Then braise your beast for two hours for a healthy, filling treat Back in Cell Block 427 the rest don't care if he's missing Two beasts fuck frantically, fearful of their slaughter One bloated specimen rolls off its mate and proceeds with pissing The shit drips between his legs as he pisses on his rotting daughter

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

And in our ignorance we let them take control And in their wisdom they decreed that we should bow Their grips extending to encompass all the world The cages open to accomodate the crowd When we put our lives into their hands We put our hands into their chains Refuse to aid them, refuse to hold their gun You must refuse to light the fuse, to activate their bomb

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

Progress? That's just regression Technology? That's nothing new "Advance!" you scream insanely "Advance"? From this to what? And every time you smile I smell decay, killer! Your empty eyes stare, cold and grey, look at that face! Machinery (master?), we're all expendable It's just so obvious, it's more dependable This progress will mean a number Branded to your skin They lead you to your slaughter Like they lead a horse to water They can't force you to drink But you do!

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

It's a race against time And there's nowhere to hide So they look for the sign In the sky No sanctuary But its all a mistake It's already too late The key to our fate Is inside Yes it's hidden away From the light of the day In the minds of the Masters of men The damage is done So the suffering goes on With the aid of the Peoples consent

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

Get down on your knees! The pulpits standing empty, the congregations left Because to qualify for piety they had to pass a test Q: How much "roughly" is your god worth to you? Q: And if he said "lay down your life for me" could you give that too? And will they never understand That the future is in man The priests, when told of starving kids, look on in mock dismay While thinking of new ways by which to make religion pay Money from mass misery? There's nothing wrong with that The church holds out a bloodstained hand to pass around the hat "By the pricking in my thumbs Something wicked this way comes" (Shakespeare)

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

Roses are red. sometimes violets are blue but we're always puking on cider and glue People say that we're twisted, you know it's not true, we just get so bad when there's fuck all to do Life in this building is freezing and wet, if I once had a brain then I seem to forget 'Cos just when I caught it, it slipped through the net, now we sedate ourselves slowly no time for regret Sunshine wards laughing, the inmates are here, filling our lives full of sulphate and beer We've tried every way to make "real life" less clear as stupidity sets in the truth disappears Sunshine wards screaming, we crawl to the door Reality creeps back, I can't take no more There is no more stairway we're stuck on this floor And fear digs in deep, as the patients hands claw The happy dream shatters and falls to the floor The doubt crawling in that we can't just ignore Should we carry this farce on just as before? Or start living for life's sake, away from the ward?

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

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