Easy

Glorious beast o hail to you rotten ones
We must be sadists
Masochists
We are addicted
To anything
Just gimme somethin man
It would be a bad day if there was only good news
We fight to make things better
Fed by the worse
We devour the horrors
Giving us substance to wage wars for more horrors
War whores
Pimped out on the corners of the borders
When people give themselves to you willingly
Human trafficking at its best
Who can argue that it’s bad, it’s a free country man
Old men getting hard ons in high office at the thought
Smell the evil stench in the Cohiba
Cannot see reality through the fog
Fucking robots
Mechanical farming
Mechanical slaughterhouse
Mechanical fast food chef
Mechanical digestion
Mechanical living
Where is the energy but in the greed
Can’t you feel it?
I can’t
Not in the burger at least
I feel it in my blood after the fact
In mechanical fat deposits
I devour the radio tonight
Most times I simply cannot bear it
Either I cannot stand their voices
Or I cannot stand what they speak of
Usually both
I could just turn it off
But somehow it’s easier to sit here and write about it