DESCRIPTION:
Human race of addiction, purchase to placate. Like fish to the shiny bait, involuntary self-effacement. Individual extinct, herding instinct. Drones to the product light, they've marked their way. Selling death, cut out their tongues. Rinse and repeat, they keep coming, come back for more.
Find your voice and seperate, fill your void with someting real. Speak out. Dont live that way. Divide and conquer.
Human race of affliction, slow goes repitition. Rapid bleeding of inspiration, a dry inkwell of desert sand, blown away by winds of the same. Drones twitch with cracking shells, not living, just existing. For what is fed is atrocious, feed on death with no tongue. Swallow and smile as they come back for more. More.
(to live that way) I'd rather be dead.