there's no time for anything good anymore
you have to do shitty pointless work for that shitty rich boss who drives an SUV
so he can get richer
while he pays you just enough bullshit money to cover rent and bills
so you can come running back to him again
just to pay rent and bills again next month
while the faggot drives around perving on young girls
and spending your labor on hair products
and telling you money is tight
on his phone, in his Porsche SUV
there's no time for anything good anymore
people just want to be better than other people
without even being better people
they want to claw ahead any way they know how
dirty, conniving, sneaky, undeserving, filthy
and when they get there they look down from above
and they plaster your unfortunate face over their empty lives
and they feel that schadenfreude that sustains their erections
giving them the semblance of fulfillment
at the price of integrity
There's no time for anything good anymore
everything's a shitty race and a competition or a contest
the prize is an empty kind of mass recognition
that does nothing but feed more desire, more hunger, more want
without ever offering any satisfaction
There's no time for freedom anymore
we're all fed on shit and fill our stomachs with shit
just enough to not need anything more
not enough to realize it's shit we're being fed
and those who do realize are paid off
and the rest just go along and are grateful for what little shit
the faggots grant them
the attack is relentless, they're everywhere and they give us no quarter
the billboards and the screens are lathered with their poison
everywhere your eyes look their filth is there
to destroy your horizons and claim your time and taste
it's there to kill little by little what little aesthetic and ethical sensibility is left
it's there to chisel away at your mind and your focus and your drive
until you too are dead from the inside
without even knowing it
The Nation is virtuous (The Nation is IS virtuous, but not as The Nation)
and they sell it to you as a holy ism
God is virtuous (God is not virtuous, God is NOT)
and they sell you God to back up their shit
God ... the ultimate peddler of shit
and they preach to you and they promise to you and they look to you
drooling, sniveling, plotting, stinking
They sell you security, but their security only makes you more afraid
they sell you prosperity, but their prosperity destroys you
destroys your family, your community, your country, your land
their prosperity makes us all poorer
they sell you happiness
but their happiness is hollow, sad, worthless, hackneyed
and their happiness makes you sicker than you were before...
But I look away now
I'm sick of looking at shit.
I look at my woman
who I love dearly
and I imagine what my son will be like
when he's born in three months time
and I think there's more to life
than the faggots who try to run your life
there's beauty to life
despite the filthy ugliness
that tries to ruin yours
There is promise to life
you just have to look beside you
because that's the only place
you'll find the ones that love you.
