The Way Things are Going (Manifesto)

from by Oi! Lungless

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ann was in my dream last night
and i have no idea why
it is raining outside
anti-semites don't get high

the wind comes crawling back, and i let her in
hollow and depraved of identity, i take you somewhere beautiful
we drive off at night into the garden of eden
when our bodies coalesce a universe is birthed
right outside my room where slampiss plots deviously
gods of degeneracy let loose a bile upon this lovely yuppie town
she cries in the cemetery at night
she knows there is no way out
she looks in the mirror, she looks like a fucking idiot, it makes her feel better
then she sleeps just fine let it all be forgotten
(if i'm bleeding in a motel, that's the way it ought to be)
after collecting my inheritance your will is now mine
you accept my black heart
and i love your vacant eyes
you are brought to your best then
and i have no choice but to match you

wind spirit watches me sleep, blocks out bad thoughts
keeps me out of a dangerous mind
too free and too feral to live a good life
too golden to laugh at the pained, at least not for an extended period
i say we will be in the world and present in it
until void take me home rest my soul
when my angel comes
when she comes when she comes when
a vengeful fiend worth occupying, the lesser of two evils
full on intersectional daemon-fuck of outside
we need stone hands of love to sew on our sexless fingers
godless before this universe
become rejected, dejected, unrepresented
in a good government cloud of fun
scented of jasemine and sharp boredom
beautiful mind control butterfly communists excrete daily dollop of egalitarian propaganda
the french must've fucked us all, bless their wretched hearts
as soon as post-modern intellectual isn't a contradiction
as soon as we seize the means of prosperity
as soon as the private becomes the public
you have nothing to hide, you have nothing

the world that's coming isn't friendly
and it isn't desirable if you still desire
they build the screens
they sculpt the gray wrinkles
we all have the capacity to be occupied

"you're less than human as we've concluded so"
"fueled by base resentment", psycho-analytical projection
a bullet gets lodged in apollo's ankle
but i won't let you get that power
and i won't let my love and hate get sucker punched by a dilettante
they want my blood to die with me, but i'm having some other ideas
burn all the history
burn all the history
burn all masculinity
burn burn when you breathe in
rust dust post-earth nuclear air
beige power gang of neo-swordsmen
written language is forgotten
culture is decimated
the wheel is going to come back in style
so i hope you're doing well
because things could well be fucked and burning
because there's a line one shouldn't cross
but we don't have to, they'll do it for us

just keep in step
and don't step out of line
we'll all be fine
for all of the time
there's no cliff to march off of
don't be a loon now


from Salt and Subsistence, released July 4, 2017



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