indulgence

[Sung Low]

Listen up you fuckers!!!

You think you're immune? You think this shit won't affect you? That you're safe? You don't understand. This isn't the plot from a shitty TV program, or some story your mother will tell you when you can't sleep at night.

No, this is a FUCKING CLEANSING. This is what you think you know ,your beliefs and dreams and hopes, ripped up and used to wipe the arse of God, who is babbling incoherently, blood and spit flying from his foetid mouth. This is the time of the rivers of blood and the burning rains that never cease. There is no shelter. There is nowhere to hide. The eye is upon you and it knows no mercy Do you understand?

This is the world seen through blacklight, shined upon you, revealing the sins you thought were hidden.

You are insignificant, a cipher, a shell that reflects

The children laugh behind your back, until they too are painted and varnished and fed their lines.
Your laughter is hollow, desperate, it has no conviction.

You are under the yoke, you feel the sting of the lash, but instead of getting angry, you numb the pain with TV and junk food. The newest shiny trinkets are waved under your nose so you never bother to look up and realise that the yoke ISN'T EVEN FUCKING THERE.
You're broken like the rest of them.

The sun shines on you, but you don't FEEL IT, you don't SEE IT, you don't HEAR IT.


I am half asleep,a dn my back is like rocks grinding. My body is out of enlignment.
Oh woe, oh woe. Where does it end?



Does it end in THE PIT?




Where no-one gets out.

And they pour on the gasoline.

And they smile down upon you.

And  then they light it. 

And  then you burn.






I DANCE

[Doktor Howl]

Yeah, but UNTIL then, I'm gonna eat Indian food, sleep with a hottie, and abuse my coworkers.

[Sung Low]

Sounds good! but Fuckit,.

I gotta work this shit out somehow


I'm a needy bastard...

[Doktor Howl]

Sounds good! but Fuckit,.

I gotta work this shit out somehow


I'm a needy bastard...

Oh, I liked the rant.  It reminds me of some of the stuff on here back in 2003.  Not a copy, mind you, just similar.

[Sung Low]

I'm slow on the uptake 

But also, fuck them.

If  I get my back sorted out (massage booked), then, well what?


I see the link between the physical and psychological discomfort... I just want it gone.
If I have to pay for that shit, then goddamn it... for fucks sake... I'll take that that.

But also,#