Here in the cult of social mental instability A virus fills terrestrial extremities unclean For what now grows inside of us will only be obscene Your station here is weighed upon the sacrifice you bleed Our only currency is self-destruction You're only useful to us when you are weak There is no value in a resolution How so otherwise would we take Away all your lives and your childrens' smiles Your blood line will die Our blood line will rise We germinate you We fumigate you We cultivate We regulate you We separate you We circulate you We strangulate Speculation Revelation Elevation This is not your life Not a life at all Look to the skies I mingle with the flies Look at the mires the seismic burning piles I fester with disease consuming my insides Sit there on top your throne eight billion fucking lives Upon my life I'll gouge your greedy eyes You may not feed on those and them are mine You will not find conceit before the end of time Don't fuck with us again you'll lose your fucking life Here in the cult of social mental instability I can not feel extremity sensation or perceive Never have belonged to you and here I intercede Lacerate umbilical exclaiming your defeat This is not your life This is not a life We are not yours