nihellism from Plutophagia by Devour the Rich

Nothing is clear, nothing matters
Everywhere I look I see disasters
Every time I try my life shatters
Everything I feel ends up in gutters

It’s all in vain, there’s only void
Everywhere I go people are schizoid
Every time I talk, I get paranoid
Everything we build ends up destroyed

Nothing matters, nothing is clear
Everybody seems so insincere
Everyday is a burden filled with fear
Everyplace looks odd and austere

There’s only void, it’s all in vain
Everybody let rot their whole brain
Every day, I feel so much pain
Everyplace serves as constrain

The emptiness
Within me
Is the witness
Of my misery

The emptiness
Inside of me
A grave illness
My mortality

The emptiness
Within me
Is the witness
Of my misery

The emptiness
Inside of me
A grave illness
My mortality

In the heart of darkness
Rise the flames of fury
Mind-shattering blinding sharpness
Inferno lit by inequity.

An awareness, without warning
An awakening utterly alarming
Wholeheartedly disarming
Yet bitterly all-consuming

I was blind but now I see
Pandora’s box opened before me
Who knew listening was the key?
To view the world in its entirety

Better late, then never
Old beliefs on the pyre
Sacrificed to inspire
Our rebirth in hellfire

Every soul has three options:
Embrace Limbo’s illusions,
Become Devils docile peons,
Or fight to mend pandemonium

The emptiness
Within me
Incites idleness
Ploy and devilry

The emptiness
Inside of me
Atrocious process
Of the bourgeoisie

In the darkness
Hidden cruelty
But brightness
Exposes the ugly

I choose the truth
The sad painful truth

We thought heroes would save us
Turns out they were poisonous
Blinded by profits, they become pious
Guardians of the holy bucks

Worldwide spleen was engineered
They drain the world, few interfered
Burnt out husks, hope disappeared
Forced in bullshit jobs, powerlessness persevered

This is Hell…
This is Hell, we live in Hell

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