You look in religion
You look in politics
You look in capital
None of which will provide the inner peace you're looking for

You look in self-degradation
You look in perversion
You look in exhaustion
None of which will give you the relief you seek

Light is the bringer of death, death is the bringer of closure
Closure is what you need but cannot find in this world
We all want it, we all need it, but for some reason it is neveron sale

But together we can find it, together we can create it
In the light of self-annihiliation we will find an answer

Only in death can we truly become one with ourselves,
Only through the ultimate transgression can we touch the world we want
We are not designed to live forever, we are not designed to live at all,
We are mear containers of genes striving to continue

The hunger that causes our pain of life,
Is not a hunger of our own, it is the hunger of our masters, the tiny
Strings inside
Our genome, they own us, they control us, and they torture us
Do not reproduce, do not support them, bring them to an end
Stop the agony of concious life, eradicate life

We are not unique or special creatures, we are only barrels of biological
Waste,
Do not overestimate your own importance
In your body, which doesn't even belong to you, there are genes that are a
Million years old,
They have been riding inside you and your parents, and their parents, and
They will travel
On inside your children
Forever superior to you as they can live without you, but you can't live
Without them

We are all to obsessed about being individuals, but we are not
We are nothing only empty shells with empty minds
Always controlled by our masters deep inside our genome
Always controlled,
Always slaves we can never be really free