The end is near, or has it come and gone before?
Between silent skies.
The world breathes again,
And the fever subsides.
The land is quiet.
Waiting for us to listen.
Killing our past and with it our future.
To impose another past, to impose another future.
This is a transmission from a future that will not happen.
This is a transmission from people who don’t exist.
Your structure is built on our stolen lives !
Work, pay rent, drink, fuck, breed, retire, die.
Unbeing infects all aspects of life.
Mantra of violence. Mantra der Gewalt.
In einem Staat der Gestalten.
Einen Felsen der mir im Wege steht,
umgeh ich so lang, bis ich Pulver genug
hab ihn zu sprengen.
