They say it will all be okay They said it would all be okay They lied They lied It's not okay It's not And it's been this way for a long time For a fucking long time It gets so tedious It gets so dull I want to slip away A nation of nonces And a proud parade of perverts prancing through the streets You won't be happy till an old man Has his hand down your sons knickers will you? Groping, telling him his cock is a great big clit ?? Oh isn't it ever so wonderful Your politically correct, yes that's true But your morally bankrupt too You come out with every excuse All it really means is let me do whatever I want to do Fuck the consequences And fuck the generations that are coming after us Fuck them I guess They aren't really worth much Better off dead or being bred These days it seems our values Are all inverted turned on their heads I used to be one of those black metal kids saying I wish god is dead But god is dead And what is left A bunch of fucking noncing perverts with no brains Telling us whats right when all they do is wrong You tell us what's right when all you do is wrong you come out with all sorts of excuses For every type of abuse you can think of And if we point it out You say we're bigots, or we're racists, or we're idiots, or lower class common scum Too dumb to realise what is good, right or wrong I'm sure You know what else You corrupt all the children don't you perverts parade and your proud of it aren't you We want everyone to be gay no children anymore We've got to save the planet That's what they all say When they're the cunts that destroyed it in the first fucking place So why does my generation have to pay For the mistakes of our self centered, self righteous Forefathers, who spent since the sixties Taking all sorts of drugs Talking about free love, we know it was all just a ruse for lust They fucked everything that moved And fucked anything traditional You're still rebelling against your parents, in your sixties Don't you think it's about time you saw sense? But no your stuck as a perpetual teen You've got no virtue Yet all you go on about is how virtuous you are Slipping into other cunts Pat yourself on your back In your circle jerk of twisted hypocritical Lying bastards who only do what they do because it's currently cool Yes it's the current trend They'll soon jump ship when the damage is done You'll jump ship when the damage is done When there's too many people like me Broken, dysmorphic unable to deal with the basics of humanity I can't even deal with the gender I was born with And I wonder why Maybe because of all the propaganda poured into my mind It's sent me fucking mental ever so confused and always frustrated is this what you wanted isn't it lovely Cuz I fucking hate it Cuz I fucking hate it Oh peace and love All you want is to bend over and be fucked Spend your life on your knees For crimes which you never committed And fight your common man in the streets While our elites pit us against one another You'd fight your fucking brother over what some elite said Some cunts who will never experience the life you have to live You relate more to people you'll never fucking see Then to the person nextr door Your too busy on what's left or what's right or what's blue or what's red Can't you see that these cunts control They live rent free in your fucking head They'll convince you to cutt of your sons cock Sow up your little girl Theyll convince you that that's normal They'll convince you that peadophiles are just minor attracted people who deserve our fucking sympathy They are the most evil self centered liars this world has ever seen We may not be controlled by lizards But we're fucking controlled by dirty little snakes power hungry money obsessed bastards Who lead our young into awful, awful dealings Through twisted ideologies We saw it with the nazi youth we saw it with the children of stalin we saw it with mao We saw it with fucking all of them Ho chi min But no it wouldn't happen again You fucking idiots Good intentions paved the road to hell And the devil is in the details Not that any of you care to fucking look science has become a religion not that any of you know anything about it You're just following priests Spouting shit you don't understand Staring at your fucking phones being played off one another Your whole life angry and enraged And for what To put on your mask and go to co op But what about the future What about your children I guess it doesn't matter does I guess nothing matters does it Just live in the moment And fuck anything that comes after Cunt

You're ever so good aren't you? Yes, you are ever so good. You really are so good, Oh you are ever so good, Aren't you? You're so good I can't believe it Yes, you're too good to be truthful. I've seen you polishing your halo But you couldn't see me watching, It shines so bright you're blinded. I see you wear that halo As if it were a crown, All bejeweled and reflective. As you stare at your own portrait Oh you are ever so good aren't you? It must be so easy To adopt your luxury morals When you know they'll never be tested. From high in your ivory tower I suppose you can see it all. Or maybe you're so high above us Way up, head in the clouds Far away from the smog of most. It must feel so saintly; Within the luxury kitchen Of your seven digit household, To talk about the commoners And how thick they must be. For caring about their communities Their culture, livelihood or the future of their children. It must be so easy to dismiss them With your children's inheritance Steadily building up. With your purchased high culture Simply plastered to the walls as prizes. With your comfortable job, which you no longer need for the savings you have, And the high society of your upper echelons, It must be a comfortable bubble For such high minded angels. I suppose you espouse Buddhism Yet have you ever left the palace? Did you ever see the beggar? The rapes? abuse? grooming? murders? Or were you writing on your daughters placard "You're all dumb racists" Between sipping fine wines And gorging on expensive food. Perhaps it's hard to overhear the riots Or the fighting? Behind your child's piano recital? Have you ever really seen yourself? Maybe in the polish of your shoes No, I doubt you've ever had reason to look down. You are simply too good for us Way, way too good for us. You would know best from beyond the gates Which we can't look over. You wouldn't let us, you're ever so nice. As nice as a child would be raised in your comfortable home. Far away from the streets To you all dealers are hippies aren't they? Not thugs, not gangsters, not based in truth. Just your wonderful fantasy On the top floor of your ivory tower Flower power seems so simple When you've never seen a gun. When you've never been challenged When you didn't start with nothing When you traveled the world safely With a healthy balance provided. Ignore the strays, the wayfarers Avoid the poor, Avoid the troubled Avoid the lower bars, Avoid the pubs Avoid the fucking people You're too good for them. Wouldn't dirty those shoes On the pavements of the many Oh you really are ever so good Too good for us. So I guess it would be easiest If after building your palace We just dig our ditches and died. Tore down our churches? Leveled our schools? Raise up a mosque? And lowered our disgusting nations flags? Replace them with those of another? You'd like that wouldn't you? To have our capital taken over To see the murder rates skyrocket You won't be happy till everything is destroyed Will you? And then like that great eye of tolkiens You'll sit atop your ivory tower And stare out across your new landscape painting Admiring the flames And clapping on the chants. Allahu ackbar is it palatable to you isn't it? But God is great, makes you sick? For all of us down here below you We deserve to be erased We deserve to be ashamed We don't deserve to be proud We don't deserve to do well We don't deserve to have concerns We don't deserve to be heard We don't deserve your time do we? So I ask Oh saintly one way up high What is it the unwashed masses deserve? More of you? You wear your halo like a crown As you sit at your throne Your daughter plays her fiddle And your wife laughs as we burn So sip your champagne, socialist And buy up the ruined properties. It's more than we deserve after all, o great ones. Wouldn't it be wonderful If it was just you Your fancies A wonderful garden And a broken, riotous, destroyed country Stripped of nationhood, stripped of natives You'd support it if it were your own country Yet despise it happening to others? But you are not a hypocrite are you? No You're too good for that, aren't you? you're too good too good to be fucking true. (Improvised and roughly translated below) How it makes me fucking sick Everyday I have to talk to you cunts Looking routinely in the papers and the news More lies and hypocrisy, bullshit All you care about is your fucking line rising And this is the damn cost of living middle class, leftist, scum. ??? ??? Self serving You think you're so different when you fucking love the state Middle class, leftist, scum Conformist bouquets Future stazi gestapo Triple jabbed cunts I hope it kills you all All of you Fuck all for anyone else Fuck all I suppose it's too bad by you Bunch of fucking worthless cunts Every day I lay here fucking screaming I get out of my bed and I smash the first thing I see And I smash it, and I smash it until I'm fucking knackered And then I lay on the floor surrounded by broken glass And I cut myself to fucking pieces And all the while I think of your smug grinning cunt face And then I ???? any of you You enjoy watching everything destroyed Willfully blind like all your generation You enjoy watching men be destroyed It's such a shame isn't it, It's such a shame Sacramento vampire it's a shame, toy-box killer it's a shame, I bet fucking bundy it's a shame, I'll show you what you've done When I break When you watch me break ??? ??? ??? No hope, No future No future Behappy What've you got? Go to the pub, go to the pub you nasty cunt You won't be barred from freedom You'll be good in a heartbeat Just pass by the estate Patting yourself on the back You don't value freedom You don't know what to fucking do with it Another cunt with no hobbies, no passions, no loves, no life No value in the future You've already a lived a life haven't you Over the past fifty years You had it on a plate And what's my generation got The fucking ashes Crowded and tolerant Stuck inside a fucking flat In a shit concrete estate Surrounded by foreigners That's our future A fucking long dead end Own nothing and be happy There's fuck all to rent Fuck all to be happy for? Be happy, be happy, be happy, be happy Lie to yourself, live on your knees and be happy Does it mean Behappy, no? Ofcourse it fucking doesn't I lie here on the floor with cut hands to xasthur Dealing with depression And what comes from it just another fucking day Much like yesterday A foreshadowing of tomorrow Bleak Fucking empty empty Shallow world With no meaning left We're supposed to be proud of it Proud of degradation Trendy to destroy ourselves You're not trans-humanist, your trans fucking life Trans nature Humanism a sullen lie If you can't see it by now You're part of it There's nothing left Load of fucking bellends

The everyday cliche, Routine depression, And the glamorization of misery The monotony of all too often, Where nothing changes, In public be upstanding You must pretend in loathing to worship the moment, No matter how bitterly slow it seems And overlook the wasted time, As it builds up in frustrated memories called regret Regret those happy lies, But don't stop proliferating them It must always be okay at the surface, The shallow veil of joy you'll wear And polite obvuscation will be the key, To your cage of decorum In company you must talk amicably, And acknowledge them as humans like yourself Avoid confrontation, smile and nod through disgust, It is easiest that way for all involved In private you may open the bottle, Whether you smash it off the wall Or yourself in it's place, Revenge metered by solitude Scorn held captivated, Sit and fester, rot and stew the seething comes in erratic bursts, Waves of repressed anger Bubbling up like a fucking geyser, To burst through this cultivated exterior Here is how I am , Here is how it feels, This is the madness I succumb to The depressive psychosis, Suicidal tunnel vision The conscious lapses and lengthy day dreams, The fatigue Constant fatigue and exhaustion, All the conversations I carry on when you're gone All your words I'm still hearing, The sentences still reciting A chorus of unwanted human noise, Permanently echoing in my mental space clouding absolutely everything, The effluence of wasted breath And the tedium of herd small talks, Routines, jobs, dinners, foods, smokes, gossip Traffic, clothes, times, days, dates, he saids and she saids, And all the rest of the petty human trivia that comes with it The constant buzzing irritation of the all too common, As if clocks weren't enough of a reminder How little we do with time , and how much of it we fill with mind numbing frivolity It all seems so.. essential, so essential it aught never be mentioned As if there really were no magic, no wonder, no desire or dreams left Humanity as a tired consumer Wanting nothing but satiation Comfort and ease The loss of dreams is my nightmare And this world is a waking hell The mundane invert all hope for something more Nothing transcendent Just a slow decadent rot A procession of the enslaved But in public You must be the same You must hate man for what he is You must not hate yourself (how could you not hate yourself) You must not hate your soul (how could you not hate your soul)

I'd grab my knife I'd grab my knife and slice my neck And then I'd slip away I'd simply slip away If only it were that easy We have family and people that we care about And what would they be left to say No you can't go out and cause that pain You can't simply slip away Oh I wish I could I feel I should I'm all fucking broken down I hate it everyday I wake up I start screaming and I kick some shit And I kick some shit And I kick some shit And I scream I wish I could slip away It's not that easy It's not that easy Oh nothing is Friends and family I do my best to rarely see So detached these days And still it's more than I can take Never by myself No I'm never by myself And When I am there's someone on the phone Or people texting me And so I'm texting them And nothings getting done Except from me And I'm not doing what I would like to be But that's okay That's we say, to make it look like it's okay We say that it's okay yes it's okay it's always fine it's always fine, it's always fine Well maybe not this time And maybe not last time Or the hundred times before that time But on the outside It;s okay yes it's okay yes it's okay Don't you worry about me I'll always behappy If that's what they need me to be Then that's what I'll try to be And even if it's just exterior That's okay Just barre the gates to the broken interior To the shattered heart and brain To the screaming deep inside That's we have to hide If you care about anyone And you know that they care about you too Then I'm afraid Even if you're like me You'll have to lie And you'll have to say it's all okay And you can't go and just slip away you can't hurt them like that You can't make them feel like you feel Don't leave them in grief Don't leave them hurting Don't hope they follow you Don't become a cause of what you know too well Don't drag them down with you I remove myself from society as best I can I skirt around the periphery But I'm still in touch with too many And some are far too close for me to really leave You must be strong And if you can still smile, you should

I see enemies everywhere And have done for a long time now I must be alone as much as possible I trust nothing I see enemies in everything The devil is always in the details Though god remains in the gaps The intentions preemptively second guessed Nothing but fear, paralyzing perpetual fear A dark place to dwell, hidden behind a veil of delusion A cultivated, perceived web of deceit Surrounded by phantom gestures Seeing too much of everything Joining dots which couldn't be Unless it was supposed to look that way A designer of conspiracies Caught up in the mass of theoretical betrayals There's no helping the captured Cornered and ragged In protest of everything supposedly trusted A denial of humanities supposed good nature Martyrs for the cause of self validation Sometimes I can barely move And when I do it's in anger, hesitant anger A hesitant spring as of a coiled snake More like a cat jumping at shadows With so little life left to lose I claw at degraded fantasies to which I used to escape Only to find them stifled and blurred Barely even dreaming anymore these days Rarely sleeping, but sleeping deep Waking as if I hadn't Twitching the sporadic rhythms of a nervous breakdown I go with the motions, erratic as they are Remembering when the wells weren't all poisoned When the friends weren't all "in on it" Whatever it is. When groups weren't networks And looking out wasn't keeping tabs When chats weren't in private And discussions weren't just overheard When I didn't dread company When I didn't fear my tendencies to defend Defending what, I never knew And still don't Perhaps just defending my space The only place where I'm not on edge Where I don't wish to tear down the walls And fight an unwanted war in the name of freedoms undeserved Where I can just be Without obligation or expectation To make music, write, read, listen, paint Decorate, design, grow food, build And all the other things I somehow need to do The things I crave, yearn and obsess over And everyone, everything is a distraction Everything conspires to tear me away from what I love Everything conspires to destroy and bend me to it's will To break and adjust me, to make me fit Fit to what? talk inane bollocks to the bland behind a till Follow in a trade for no reason beyond money To blankly stare my days away craving something else You are all enemies at times anyone Enemies who social decorum dictates I must abide I must be polite, that's just "how it is" And it's cetrtainly how I am Keep to myself, and don't bother no one And I expect the same courtesy No worrying about me in that all too human manner No unheeded concern No suggestions of this or that No walks or hanging out I have my burrow And it is a dark place to dwell But everyone is an enemy at times So I stay here Surrounded by staring fields Living horizons And stalking helicopters Where I can sometimes be free To create tarnished records of spent time rectifying the days spent falsely smiling in company I am busy only in solitude Which I habituate to, deeper every day