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The Decline II



Serotonin's gone
She gave up, drifted away
Sara fled, thought process gone
She left her answering machine on
The greeting left spoken sincere
Messages no one will ever hear

Ten thousand messages a day
A million more transmissions lay
Victims of the laissez faire
Ten thousand voices, a hundred guns
A hundred decibels turns to one
One bullet, one empty head
Now with Serotonin gone

The man who used to speak
Performs a cute routine
Feel a little patronized
Don't feel bad
They found a way inside your head
And you feel a bit misled
It's not that they don't care, yeah

The television's put a thought inside your head
Like a Barry Manilow, jingle
I'd like, to teach the world to sing
In perfect harmony
A symphonic blank stare, yeah
It doesn't make you care
Not designed to make you care
They're betting you won't care

Place a wager on your greed
A wager on your pride
Why try to beat them when, a million others tried?

We are the whore
Intellectually spayed
We are the queer
Dysfunctionally raised

One more pill to kill the pain
One more pill to kill the pain
One more pill to kill the pain
Living through conformity

One more prayer to keep me safe
One more prayer to keep us warm
One more prayer to keep us safe
There's gonna be a better place

Lost the battle, lost the war
Lost the things worth living for
Lost the will to win the fight
One more pill to kill the pain

The going get tough, the tough get debt
Don't pay attention, pay the rent
Next of kins pay for your sins
A little faith should keep us safe

Save us
The human, existence
Is failing, resistance
Essential, the future
Written off, the odds are
Astronomically against us
Only moron and genius
Would fight a losing battle
Against the super ego
When giving in is so damn comforting

And so we go, on with our lives
We know the truth, but prefer lies
Lies are simple, simple is bliss
Why go against tradition when we can
Admit defeat, live in decline
Be the victim of our own design
The status quo, built on suspect
Why would anyone stick out their neck?

Fellow members of
Club "We've Got Ours"
I'd like to introduce you to our host
He's got his, and I've got mine
Meet the decline

We are the queer
We are the whore
Ammunition
In the class war
We are worker
We love our queen
We sacrifice
We're soilent green

somos lo raro
somos la puta municion
en esta guerra de clases

19 Responses so far.

  1. gog says:

    heavey lyrics here. nice.

  2. Heather says:

    Powerful, did you write this?

  3. Anonymous says:

    IT moves me!

  4. Gizmo says:

    Nice and deep, I like it :)

  5. pv says:

    wow man that really was deep, strong lyrics

  6. Deso says:

    Beautiful and heart wrenching lyrics.

  7. Anonymous says:

    that is really deep

  8. some seriously deep stuff here man

  9. Thankyou for the post. I read through all of this as well as part one, and its really meaningful especially to me concerning my views on society. I hope to see the great content. :)

  10. SQ says:

    Wow. Stronge thoughts you got here. Good luck!

  11. Wesley says:

    Very nice. I liked the part about tradition and Status Quo. Makes you think.

  12. dora says:

    very deep, i like it

  13. Me encanta este poema!

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