Minion -

The stench is all around me its pestilence is inside us all light this parasite

leaching life cause standing alone is not a fault.

Eating what’s fed to you

only to infest and fester leaves the want to stitch an eye shut kill these

harams with disgust

These synthetics will be our death.

(x4)

Slave to the invisible glam worship a pathetic material addiction delineates a

lifeless generation an end time is now here not from an apocalypse but from a

lack of our best interest still blank eyes remain stagnant get branded by names

always indebted a total submission from a complete non-existence.

These plastics will decay now separate the fixated (x2)

All of these things, all that you dreamed, all that you worked for was all

manifested by this illusion of peace of mind.

Suffocate under all of these names and submit to their synthetic sweatshop

banner you’re just a sycophant (x2)

I hate you life you sycophant (x2)

An exit exists

Kill the artificial with a wave of solitude use the voice prone silent to

escape from a mainstream atrophy stand alone break this user cycle stand alone

burn all these cosmopolitan images and surrender the vogue trends bleed out

this sickness discover what’s human and what this new plague will breed so

meaningless get a new fix we need an unwashed drive to gut them all speak of

the trite as a disease display their colors without conviction never mind the

excruciation for your velvet candor to weak to stand alone my sycophant