Moralfags

(By The Marked One, 094/020)
I've never fucked a ten but once I fucked five two's.
I mean metric units. Music.
A doubled one, a single four...
Is there even a deeper meaning to this bullshit?
Is everything anything else other than bullshit? Well, I don't really know, do I?
Why else would I be asking?

I'm a wise man. I speak wisdom. Or at least it seems like it in my mental condition which is not in a very considerable condition i might say.
But who wants to read about my fucked up brain.
Hey, I'm fucked up, I ain't got something to hide. You're all fucked up, more or less. You being in denial only makes things worse.
You all have some kinky, yet demented wet dream. You wanna fuck your twin cousins, who by the way are siamese.
Or you crave the asshole of your neighbors rooster? Maybe you bestowed a small treasure to your daughter, like, gonorrhea?
Maybe you just made your 4 year old brother wank you off?
Who knows what mischief a human brain can be up to.

And every-fucking-body is talking about some moral code shit. Like we didn't make that shit up.
Animals aren't screwed up like this.
Animals don't come home drunk and beat the shit out of their wife and kids, just cuz the game was canceled.
You don't see cubs selling coke in the forest. And I've never met a lizard dopehead.
And yet, they feed us their lies, these pricks. These moralfags.
I'm a wise man.
I'm an old man.
I've seen shit.
You've all seen shit.
They feed you shit all the time.
You guys love it.

Hamburger

(By Roger Mortis, 093/020)
The meat grinder fed
With moronic notions of good and bad
Revolving palm bleeding onto the remains
You absolute bastards of ancient fame !

Tell me the tale, my favorite one,
nutritional value of bourgeois shit
Honest to be, could jizz a bit
Promise i`ll behave as a kid so sweet

The meat grinder fed
with notions ahead
of good and evil, my ignorance instead.
Twisting palm, hostage of shame, as i dwell again
why blood and guts run so quickly through the drain

Grind me gently
my cheap shit machine
Run past me a sales pitch
Wont go much a stray

Promise !

Hold Still

(By The Marked One, 092/019)
Hold still
While we inject
Our dogmas
Upon your eyes!

We desecrate
We pillage and burn
Your temple down
Hold still!

Such a horrid
Intense view
Now you,
Hold still!

Trade guts
For ideals
We’ve sown
From your dreams.
Hold Still!

What’s it worth?
Holding back,
Pushing against a wall
Of illusions.
Hold Still!

We’re the healer
Tranquilizer
Easer of pain
Hold Still!

It’s over,
Overwhelmed
Blood, sweat, tears
Hold Still!

Whispers in your head

(By The Marked One, 091/019)
Through space,
through time,
their will summoned
subliming thine.

Spread word,
the stories of old,
false promises
which never uphold.

Conquer
the present, the past,
blind faith
eternally it lasts.

Cyanide Messiah

(By The Marked One, 090/019)
Years,
Left in ignorance.
Blissful stupidity,
this concept of fools.

The path you take,
The price to pay,
God, oh ,God
You are to be pitied.

Devils smile upon your effort
To blur the vision
to dull the mind.

Alas,
We came to remind you
Of death.

With this pain,
We selfesly inflict
You know serenity.

Еverything cast aside,
Torment, oh, Torment
This reckoning dread.
Live once again!

Deepest of Man

(By The Marked One, 089/019)
Piri Reis
of ones own mind.
Cartographer of
the thought,
deepest of Man.

Set sail,
exploring the darkest,
deepest of Man.

Delving,
onto my secret stash,
what truly lurks
in the deepest of Man.

I relinquish myself,
falling into a sedation,
touching,
the deepest of Man.

While the body lingers.

Doom Blade

(By The Marked One, 088/019)
Time,
right to give in to my
Hate,
This spiteful snake,
warmth in my lungs.
Fear,
No longer I’m crippled,
Death wages.
Power,
Give in to brute strength
Bask in the presence of the Master.
Conquer,
The demons inside
To slay the ones I see.
Fight,
Hold back not even a second,
let doubt be cursed!
Triumph,
Ours at last,
Drink to those who were lost.