Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song A Gluttonous Abomination , by - Acrania. Release date: 18.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
A Gluttonous Abomination |
| Wallowing in a dreamless state |
| Wake up, you brainwashed, mindless slut |
| We scheme to awaken your mind |
| We scheme to cut you, bitch! |
| We’ll slice at your warped view of existence |
| And remove the ignorance buried deep behind those dormant eyes |
| As we surgically sift through the oppression, the bloodshed, and lies! |
| Financial domination, privatized banking systems |
| Spreading disease like greedy fleas draining the blood of society |
| We’re bathing in tyrannical decay |
| He wakes up to a dull, gray empty room, empty like his soul |
| Empty like some coward cunt afraid of getting fucked |
| He turns to the TV, drooling over a decomposition of his mind |
| Shoveling an artificial mess of pulp down his throat |
| Almost suffocating whilst he is inhaling the filth of massive corporations |
| We will not be a victim |
| To your bleak conformity |
| Gagged with eyes sewn shut whilst buttoning a pristine suit |
| He breaks the television trance only to straighten his tie for he cannot |
| possibly be late for his purpose |
| Sickening, sickening, sickening, as he earns his wages |
| Spreading starvation |
| Death and disease to fill his own greedy, gluttonous stomach |
| With the lives of thousands |
| Pushing buttons in the name of worldwide suffering, suffering, suffering |
| Just to stuff his face with garbage |
| Buy new clothing, new devices, cowering in material |
| Misguided bliss |
| He cannot see past this falseness, dancing on a grave of objects |
| We must forcibly awake him from this trance. |
| Go! |
| We’ll just wait outside on the regular until you show your ugly mug, |
| then we’ll cut it out: your blackened view of life. |
| Mug, go! |
| He earns his place |
| Supporting financial decay |
| A grotesque, disgusting, excuse for a human being |
| Mind numbed through a mandatory repetition of routine Propaganda pumps like |
| pulp through a machine |
| His optic lens is scalded, retina processing incorrectly |
| We’ll rip apart your skull and decalcify |
| Dirty establishment serving slut |
| You coward cunt, it’s time to wake up you authoritative kneeling whore! |
| Get on your knees! |
| Nothing more than a maggot simply sustaining |
| A subject of a torturous awakening |
| Get on your knees! |
| We’ll force feed you truth with a nice smile! |
| Meditative insight as we delve inside |
| Blood will be your new adversary, strapped to a chair with your eyes forced open |
| Forced to watch his own manufactured atrocities now |
| Third eye forced open with dimethyl crystals ensure he’s chained into a |
| meditative state |
| Lost in complexity of geometric design, he’s finally forced to face himself now |
| A tortuous awakening, a tortuous awakening |
| Eyes forced open with dimethyl crystals ensure he’s chained into a meditative |
| state |
| Lost in complexity of geometric design |
| He’s finally forced to face himself now |
| Let’s see your money save you now! |
| You’re silently wallowing in realization, choking on gluttony, you gluttonous |
| abomination |
| Now do you see, finally, that this life consists of more than just you? |