Repression

And who are you, the proud lord said, That I must bow so low? Only a cat of a different coat, That's all the truth I know.

Step 1: go to your kitchen Step 2: grab the bleach from under the sink Step 3:  pour it into a shot glass Fuck step 4 Step 5: kill yourself Step 6: don't listen to this song

Funeral planet, dead black asteroid Mausoleum, this world is a tomb Human zombies, staring blank faces No reason to live, dead in the womb Death shroud existence, slave for a pittance Condemned to die before I could breathe Millions are screaming, the dead are still living This Earth has died yet no one has seen I don't care, this world means nothing Life has no meaning, my feelings are numb Faceless masses filed like gravestones Sacrificed for the glory of one Funerary cities, flesh press factories Corporate maggots feed on the carrion Funeralopolis, grey morgue apocalypse Black clouds form to block out the sun