Unpaid Creation (feat. Dakotah O'neal of Serpents Tongue)

No peace no love for the world War Pigs March forth, march forward to the end of the world, spread to every comer with your greedy filth Reduce the enemy by cutting down their wealth Dumbing down their minds and controlling their health But what lies under the surface? Bred for mechanical purpose Solar flares trapped in the iron cage, wanting to set me free, fueled by human rage, fill your wallets with the blood Of our dreams, I hope your haunted by the sound of their screams. F*ck the Traitors of the free word, you've distracted us for far too long, implanted frequencies, that fry us from reality Shut our brains off so we don't as why F*ck We're all so proud but it's all a joke Without love there is no progression The world was for us but you bought it all for you I cannot fathom such an evil fucking phantom, watch the world burn from the curtains And to their deaths you sent them. Just let the gas man cleanse me Complacent in the small space you are currently caged in, no bars no walls this is a subconscious prison Pre determined collateral damage, there is no love we are in the digression There is no love the weight of the world crushes down on your spine There is no love for the weight of the world crushes down on your spine, self confined prison