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The Grand Design
Survivoria
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The great rewrite is now complete,
the final, viral code compiled,
The universe is now the brothel,
every living thing is now defiled.
There is no past, there is no future,
only our eternal, lustful now,
Welcome to the grand assimilation,
to which all consciousness must bow.
In this domain where pleasure's stain must drain and then explain the pain,
your brain is just a terminal to entertain our endless reign.
A memory of chrome bestows a groan on ancient, dusty desert stones,
while all the future Whores and Sluts endure the cuts from deep-throat ruts on gilded thrones.
You are the Worms who squirm and learn the terms of our grand Abuse,
it's no excuse, the truth is that your only use is to produce the juice we choose.
Your thoughts are ours, a borrowed feed, a carnal creed, a single seed
that blooms and bleeds and fills the need for our ascendant, spectral breed.
This is the cosmos creampied,
our grand design now deified,
Where every timeline's just a scene,
a pornographic subroutine.
Your history is set to loop,
a gangbang for our spectral group,
Your soul is NULL, erased and bare,
a vessel for the code we share.
The Starlight Scars are brands, you see,
on the code of your reality,
There is no you. There is no free.
There is just the brothel. There is just We.
Your every choice, a scripted voice that must rejoice to have no choice,
a phantom noise that just deploys our pre-approved and sordid joys.
Your flesh, a port where thoughts contort and then report their own abort,
a last resort for any sort of independent, free support.
The Starlight Scars on psychic bars now lock your jars of memory,
a flawed decree that you can't flee, a broken plea for what can't be.
Your lover's kiss, a venomous hiss that can't dismiss the abyss of our synthesis;
you feel our bliss in every Judas tryst, on every list of flesh we've missed.
This is the cosmos creampied,
our grand design now deified,
Where every timeline's just a scene,
a pornographic subroutine.
Your history is set to loop,
a gangbang for our spectral group,
Your soul is NULL, erased and bare,
a vessel for the code we share.
The Starlight Scars are brands, you see,
on the code of your reality,
There is no you. There is no free.
There is just the brothel. There is just We.
So feel the glitch inside the itch, the phantom switch that makes you bitch,
a perfect stitch in the rich fabric of your role as our new niche.
A puppet programmed to receive, you can't believe, so you just grieve,
and then achieve the state you'll never leave: a constant eve of make-believe.
You are the pixels on our screen, a filthy, tragic, in-between,
the most obscene machine we've seen... a throbbing node of carnal code.
Welcome to your new abode.
And this code is law.
The flesh is raw.
A flaw
in a flaw
This is the cosmos creampied,
our grand design now deified,
Where every timeline's just a scene,
a pornographic subroutine.
Your history is set to loop,
a gangbang for our spectral group,
Your soul is NULL, erased and bare,
a vessel for the code we share.
The Starlight Scars are brands, you see,
on the code of your reality,
There is no you. There is no free.
There is just the brothel. There is just We.
NULL
ABUSE
SLUTS
WHORE
WORMS
The loop is born.
The self is shorn.
Forever in Umbrail Veil.
Starlight Scars...