making Hell
by Slate Theory
About this track
I’m auditing the structure of integrity scanning fractures in the spine of my identity performative, benevolent, masks of serenity underneath, rotting in obscurity fragmented, disjointed, incoherent falsity is parasitic, the sickness is inherent I speak in dialects and scripts I never wrote I’ve choked on lies lodged deep in my own throat I have a mirror but the image is distorted every noble impulse I ever had has been aborted by cowardice of comfort, the sedation of the herd I’m terrified to utter another single honest word because truth is a scalpel, truth is severance it cuts through piety, it cuts through reverence leaves you left bloody with who you really are a creature full of malice gazing up at stars if you don't burn them, lies build cells and pave roads right down to Hell so call the Devil by his name strike a match, feed the flame deadwood, dry rot, accumulation a psyche of tinder waits for incineration think you’re avoiding pain? Hallucination you’re adding interest to the devastation burning is mandatory, suffering is constant choose sacrifice or living as a respondent consequence of chaos, totalitarian states manifesting gulag through things we tolerate we know where bodies are we know how to manufacture avatars a collective psychosis born of individual lies closing eyes to truth as benevolence dies so I’m standing, contending with a monster not the one under the bed, the one I foster the malevolence inside me waiting for a slip and it hurts God, it hurts to let parts of you die to witness ego shrivel up and vaporize but look at the alternative look at what happens when we don't we make Hell