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"... and the meek inherits nothing"
We're the children of the generation born while the winds from Chernobyl still swept over Europe
Our clueless parents watched the Great Wall getting torn down, entranced by the lullaby
of an imagined future, a bright and far more fair future than they ever had
They thought they saw a glimpse of light at the end of a tunnel filled with disbelief,
a world in dissarray and chaos finally finding some solid ground;
what they really saw was an oncoming train with no intention of pulling the brakes
We can’t blame our parents though when we breed with the same naive hope
This is simply the fallacy of mankind, or so this shit-show seems to me;
apes seaking meaning in a world where futility reigns supreme
We grew up staring in awe and confusion at the gloomy light of televions
as they flooded our minds with images from the massacre at Tiananmen Square,
the mutilated bodies and cities reduced to ash from the Gulf War
The flickering screen showed us kids not older than ourselves riding with warlords
in Burundi, Uganda and Sudan with kalashnikovs in their hands and death in their eyesthe
the shells fell like corrosive hail and the tiny bodies were leaking blood to sustain the earth
We grew up with footages from the genocide at Srebrenica
where The United Nations stood frozen, paralyzed like mannequins
and the Kosovo Wars were raging
These images are stuck like splinters in the far back, darkened corners of our heads
forever out of reach
and forever flickerin' behind closed eyelids
As we grew older and technology advanced at a rate never seen before,
another world unravelled as the Internet connected us in a psuedo-social awakening
We went from scavanging the net for pictures of our childhood heroes
and sliced each other up in games as ecstasy filled us while we started dreaming in red
Then came the pictures of shotgun-suicides and homicides with machetes and hatchets,
car-crashes with bloody images slowly being loaded on 256kb-modems
Desensitized we searched for ever more extremes such as snuff-movies and printed pirate-copies of anarchistic cookbooks that could teach us to build bombs
And meanwhile our teachers tried to disperse the very same worldview
their parents had whipped into them and they expected us to comply with no resistance
And we sat silently in our classrooms and watched the towers on the other side of the Atlantic
crumble over, over, over and over again,
endlessly
Televion and Social Media slowly became our new gods and some of us yelled ”salvation!”
while some of us saw the World Police execute Operation Enduring Freedom
as they invaded another country to slaugheter women and children
and plundered poppy fields under under the burnt flag and hollow echoes of 'democracy'
We grew older and saw our jungles and rainforrests cut down on google-maps,
looking like a host when the parasite has drained it of it's nutrients, leaves it shivering, dying
just to feed soy-beans to cows that ends up as steaks for fat primates in their 4 bedroom cages
We saw the darknet shed some light for a split second before we saw the markets
trafficking children, guns and knifes, reducing us into leaking sacks of bones, tendons, flesh
the unrest of those with nothing being beaten down
and the rest caving into the Pied Pipers tune of the glamour and coma of what we call fame
Our salvatory trap made some of us strive for ideals that were outlandish
and these same ideals made some of us cringe, the same some of us
who slowly realized our new gods where just like the old ones;
tools for malevolent, malicious behaviour to control population and distract
the beauty built was there just to be stomped into dust
Adolescence annihilated by the rigged elections and pictures from Guantanamo Bay,
the leaked documents of project BLUEBIRD and MK-ULTRA;
the race-biological studies in Sweden and the persecution of anything and everyone,
the capitol punishments, torture by regimes, the evergrowing gap between the have
and the have nots
The corruption of every fundraising organization we gave pennies to
for the sake of silencing our screaming conscience proved not only vain and nonsensical,
but actually fed the pockets of the same pigs
that keeps stacking our backs with more taxes, more rules and regulations
We thought this would be our wake-up call or our call to arms for the forgotten children,
those born between revolutions and uprisings,
but most of us took refuge in the lights of tiny screens
Staring not at the world anymore but constructing our own tiny worlds
where nothing evil could ever penetrate to remind us of what we had been born into
The curse of human consciousness, terror at the prospect that one day,
as surely as the sun sets,
as surely as the gazell will be chewed by hungry hyenas,
we too, would one day die
To shelter our sanity, our attentionspan became that of a goldfish;
perfectly comfortable in it’s tiny bowl
as long as food keeps coming and the water is clean
Instead of saviors our new gods became the great distractors from life itself
stripped down to it’s essential core;
an escape from the inevitable truth that existence, like ourselves,
is not only fruitless but purposeless; we're cattle in the slaugtherhouse thinking we're at a prom
As Fukushima keeps spewing radioactive-spills into our oceans we’re swiping right and left
in search of someone to cling onto, something to hold during those dead hours of everyday
As the presidential-suit in the once most powerful country in the world went up for sale on Ebay,
we made 900 friends on Facebook but knew none of them
We have never developed that far from the trees and the caves, we still haul rocks at each other
We just learned how haul them with powder and let'em rip out at 60-stones a second
We no longer roam the boarders of our territory and tear trespassers limb from limb
No, today we put on suits and ties and with a smile we ruin each other
All of our technological achivements have always been used as weapons against ourselves
like pointing your finger while three points back at you
The Wars of Today are not bombs as they were 50 years ago, though they still rain from the sky
The cold fingers we all feel around our necks, the invisible cocked-gun shoved between our teeth
is now money, cash, dough, cheese, paper - deluded wealth and social status;
the governments and the self-declared Emperors of our time keep us distracted at any given moment;
we watch their right hand dance as the left does dirty tricks and we clap like chimps throwing feces at the zoo
In the trenches of the new economic wars and the debt-slavery driven by empty beliefs,
they keep wrecking havoc and manipulate us into thinking we have a choice,
that our voices are heard and our opinions matters in the grand scheme of things
Throughout history fat pigs have carved the map into sections and told us,
”this is that, and that is what you are” and we keep taking pictures of the good times
to forget the bad but our memories are distorted and mangled;
the best of times were never as good as we like to remember them
and the worst were more horrific than we can cope with
The civil unrest around the globe might not be worse than before, or it might,
but this time we can see it, all the clamour and death, the desperation and the anger
We don’t need a blue-print for a revolution, we just need to act
As the book of history is being written we will be remembered as the sheep
who praised and followed our leaders that carved the earth hollow;
as they drained it of it's black gold and pulled up natural-gases,
we watched Netflix
and Twittered our trivial life’s as if it somehow meant something
We will be remembered as the generation that saw the flaws and watched the fat lady
keel over from too many McBurgers;
we stared behind the veil at the machinery of blood and flesh
and posted it on Instagram as we silently went into a dystopian nightmare
So let the ancient words become lepers and sores upon those who rely on them and use them;
hang the old gods aswell as the new ones;
stop consuming culture made to sedate and rock us into suicides
and nihilism that keeps us popping Xanax and Prozac
Sever the heads of the charlatans and watch them roll down the street,
watch the snakes of monarchs lie belly up with no more skin to shed;
when you hear the bell toll will you stand frozen
or grab the hatchetand rush towards the Medusa in our throneroom?
We are the fallen prophets, but are we forever fallen?
We're the children of the generation born while the winds from Chernobyl still swept over Europe
Our clueless parents watched the Great Wall getting torn down, entranced by the lullaby
of an imagined future, a bright and far more fair future than they ever had
They thought they saw a glimpse of light at the end of a tunnel filled with disbelief,
a world in dissarray and chaos finally finding some solid ground;
what they really saw was an oncoming train with no intention of pulling the brakes
We can’t blame our parents though when we breed with the same naive hope
This is simply the fallacy of mankind, or so this shit-show seems to me;
apes seaking meaning in a world where futility reigns supreme
We grew up staring in awe and confusion at the gloomy light of televions
as they flooded our minds with images from the massacre at Tiananmen Square,
the mutilated bodies and cities reduced to ash from the Gulf War
The flickering screen showed us kids not older than ourselves riding with warlords
in Burundi, Uganda and Sudan with kalashnikovs in their hands and death in their eyesthe
the shells fell like corrosive hail and the tiny bodies were leaking blood to sustain the earth
We grew up with footages from the genocide at Srebrenica
where The United Nations stood frozen, paralyzed like mannequins
and the Kosovo Wars were raging
These images are stuck like splinters in the far back, darkened corners of our heads
forever out of reach
and forever flickerin' behind closed eyelids
As we grew older and technology advanced at a rate never seen before,
another world unravelled as the Internet connected us in a psuedo-social awakening
We went from scavanging the net for pictures of our childhood heroes
and sliced each other up in games as ecstasy filled us while we started dreaming in red
Then came the pictures of shotgun-suicides and homicides with machetes and hatchets,
car-crashes with bloody images slowly being loaded on 256kb-modems
Desensitized we searched for ever more extremes such as snuff-movies and printed pirate-copies of anarchistic cookbooks that could teach us to build bombs
And meanwhile our teachers tried to disperse the very same worldview
their parents had whipped into them and they expected us to comply with no resistance
And we sat silently in our classrooms and watched the towers on the other side of the Atlantic
crumble over, over, over and over again,
endlessly
Televion and Social Media slowly became our new gods and some of us yelled ”salvation!”
while some of us saw the World Police execute Operation Enduring Freedom
as they invaded another country to slaugheter women and children
and plundered poppy fields under under the burnt flag and hollow echoes of 'democracy'
We grew older and saw our jungles and rainforrests cut down on google-maps,
looking like a host when the parasite has drained it of it's nutrients, leaves it shivering, dying
just to feed soy-beans to cows that ends up as steaks for fat primates in their 4 bedroom cages
We saw the darknet shed some light for a split second before we saw the markets
trafficking children, guns and knifes, reducing us into leaking sacks of bones, tendons, flesh
the unrest of those with nothing being beaten down
and the rest caving into the Pied Pipers tune of the glamour and coma of what we call fame
Our salvatory trap made some of us strive for ideals that were outlandish
and these same ideals made some of us cringe, the same some of us
who slowly realized our new gods where just like the old ones;
tools for malevolent, malicious behaviour to control population and distract
the beauty built was there just to be stomped into dust
Adolescence annihilated by the rigged elections and pictures from Guantanamo Bay,
the leaked documents of project BLUEBIRD and MK-ULTRA;
the race-biological studies in Sweden and the persecution of anything and everyone,
the capitol punishments, torture by regimes, the evergrowing gap between the have
and the have nots
The corruption of every fundraising organization we gave pennies to
for the sake of silencing our screaming conscience proved not only vain and nonsensical,
but actually fed the pockets of the same pigs
that keeps stacking our backs with more taxes, more rules and regulations
We thought this would be our wake-up call or our call to arms for the forgotten children,
those born between revolutions and uprisings,
but most of us took refuge in the lights of tiny screens
Staring not at the world anymore but constructing our own tiny worlds
where nothing evil could ever penetrate to remind us of what we had been born into
The curse of human consciousness, terror at the prospect that one day,
as surely as the sun sets,
as surely as the gazell will be chewed by hungry hyenas,
we too, would one day die
To shelter our sanity, our attentionspan became that of a goldfish;
perfectly comfortable in it’s tiny bowl
as long as food keeps coming and the water is clean
Instead of saviors our new gods became the great distractors from life itself
stripped down to it’s essential core;
an escape from the inevitable truth that existence, like ourselves,
is not only fruitless but purposeless; we're cattle in the slaugtherhouse thinking we're at a prom
As Fukushima keeps spewing radioactive-spills into our oceans we’re swiping right and left
in search of someone to cling onto, something to hold during those dead hours of everyday
As the presidential-suit in the once most powerful country in the world went up for sale on Ebay,
we made 900 friends on Facebook but knew none of them
We have never developed that far from the trees and the caves, we still haul rocks at each other
We just learned how haul them with powder and let'em rip out at 60-stones a second
We no longer roam the boarders of our territory and tear trespassers limb from limb
No, today we put on suits and ties and with a smile we ruin each other
All of our technological achivements have always been used as weapons against ourselves
like pointing your finger while three points back at you
The Wars of Today are not bombs as they were 50 years ago, though they still rain from the sky
The cold fingers we all feel around our necks, the invisible cocked-gun shoved between our teeth
is now money, cash, dough, cheese, paper - deluded wealth and social status;
the governments and the self-declared Emperors of our time keep us distracted at any given moment;
we watch their right hand dance as the left does dirty tricks and we clap like chimps throwing feces at the zoo
In the trenches of the new economic wars and the debt-slavery driven by empty beliefs,
they keep wrecking havoc and manipulate us into thinking we have a choice,
that our voices are heard and our opinions matters in the grand scheme of things
Throughout history fat pigs have carved the map into sections and told us,
”this is that, and that is what you are” and we keep taking pictures of the good times
to forget the bad but our memories are distorted and mangled;
the best of times were never as good as we like to remember them
and the worst were more horrific than we can cope with
The civil unrest around the globe might not be worse than before, or it might,
but this time we can see it, all the clamour and death, the desperation and the anger
We don’t need a blue-print for a revolution, we just need to act
As the book of history is being written we will be remembered as the sheep
who praised and followed our leaders that carved the earth hollow;
as they drained it of it's black gold and pulled up natural-gases,
we watched Netflix
and Twittered our trivial life’s as if it somehow meant something
We will be remembered as the generation that saw the flaws and watched the fat lady
keel over from too many McBurgers;
we stared behind the veil at the machinery of blood and flesh
and posted it on Instagram as we silently went into a dystopian nightmare
So let the ancient words become lepers and sores upon those who rely on them and use them;
hang the old gods aswell as the new ones;
stop consuming culture made to sedate and rock us into suicides
and nihilism that keeps us popping Xanax and Prozac
Sever the heads of the charlatans and watch them roll down the street,
watch the snakes of monarchs lie belly up with no more skin to shed;
when you hear the bell toll will you stand frozen
or grab the hatchetand rush towards the Medusa in our throneroom?
We are the fallen prophets, but are we forever fallen?
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