Love is Dead

Dripping like honey is the sweet But just as easy is it to be engulfed in saccharine charm As it is to drown and die in the thick golden azure And what is this society With its fascination With the love of pain And the hate of love And the lovely masses are all trying their hardest to be happy When subconscious masochism rules them like the puppets they let themselves become Bleeding cut TV screen worshippers And the bongwater becoming less water and more the semen and sweat and blood tears saliva From the chastity knife that has surfaced from the depths of the abyss To imprison the feeble minds of youth And brainwash them into self-destruction. Minds are not minds when they become the computers they need to survive Handheld electronic machines spoonfeed False pleasure In true pain So sting them with the theremin So the orgasm overcomes the slow death ensuing In every aspect of their ignorant existence. All hail the almighty blade The holy pills And the sacred synthetic euphoria To numb the abuse that becomes what they are taught to crave. Love is dead So embrace the sensual-destructive moans of the slowly dying dead