The Doom Machine
I just completed the lyrics for a song I have been working on for about a day and a half. It was mostly inspired by the documentary The Corporation -- which is a work of brilliance that I believe everyone on this Earth should watch. It was also inspired in small ways by Dadaism, Aleister Crowley and George Orwell.
I'm rather proud of it. It is probably the least organised thing I've ever written. Comments are most welcome.
The Doom Machine
The visionaries have told us of the imminent ground [impending doom]
But we still choose to plummet to our own demise
So lazy and arrogant soon we will smite the middle man and give birth to ourselves
And all of the little greedy babies crying in pools of their god’s blood will signal the return of the chosen one
And we will know it is time to prepare to cease living
Unknowing, stupid, we crank out products to further our excess
And further our expedition into our own graves
We dig them so happily
Spare me the delusions of novelty
The world has ended twice before
And on each jovial occasion
The Doom Machine came back for more
He has risen again, the dada(ist) of civilisation
Who gave us the gift of delicious, decadent sin
His homely mother standing barefoot in the kitchen, pregnant with revulsion at the beast she created
She is coming for you (with that malevolent look shining like a dagger in her eye)
Coming for to take you home
To daddy Satan
Whilst we’re smiling for the paparazzi as we murder our unborn, ill-conceived grandchildren’s grandchildren
We must taint the gene pool with the blood of our arteries
Let the red dye like liquid clouds infect the system passed down through generations
We mingle so miserably with the flesh of one another
We spend half our lives in the glare of the screen
Never learning how to scream
And now we're left with death and dust
The Doom Machine has come for us
Individualism is dead...unless you are the corporation
Brother and sisters rejoice in manufactured ignorance
We are creating the path of our own destruction
Eager to please, eager to tease
The world is spinning like a top in the hand of creation: the corporation
All is lost on the few who spiral
Down and downward into selflessness
Our purpose is only to aid our captor
The Doom Machine wants to undress
A revolution of the apocalypse and mankind’s most magickal invention
Frankenstein on a global scale is here to deliver your As-Seen-On-TV ascension
We are creating the path of our own destruction
Cackling madly at our own nihilistic genius
NOTHING HAS CHANGED
So everything has changed around it
THE FABRIC OF NOTHING -- THE CONCEPT IS MUTATED
And nothing exists in the realm of the real at all
The sex instinct will be eradicated.
Bow your heads and listen to the sermons of the CEOs
The Doom Machine
All-powerful, we genuflect before
The Doom Machine
All-knowing, we worship the grandest
Doom Machine
Our leader, saviour, save us from ourselves
Humanity’s lifetime in the making
Continued slave-work produced this final masterpiece
It is the product to be had, the hottest thing on the market
Desired by all; lust stemming from our very nature
Self-destruction will be here for dinner, honey
In
3...2...1
I'm rather proud of it. It is probably the least organised thing I've ever written. Comments are most welcome.
The Doom Machine
The visionaries have told us of the imminent ground [impending doom]
But we still choose to plummet to our own demise
So lazy and arrogant soon we will smite the middle man and give birth to ourselves
And all of the little greedy babies crying in pools of their god’s blood will signal the return of the chosen one
And we will know it is time to prepare to cease living
Unknowing, stupid, we crank out products to further our excess
And further our expedition into our own graves
We dig them so happily
Spare me the delusions of novelty
The world has ended twice before
And on each jovial occasion
The Doom Machine came back for more
He has risen again, the dada(ist) of civilisation
Who gave us the gift of delicious, decadent sin
His homely mother standing barefoot in the kitchen, pregnant with revulsion at the beast she created
She is coming for you (with that malevolent look shining like a dagger in her eye)
Coming for to take you home
To daddy Satan
Whilst we’re smiling for the paparazzi as we murder our unborn, ill-conceived grandchildren’s grandchildren
We must taint the gene pool with the blood of our arteries
Let the red dye like liquid clouds infect the system passed down through generations
We mingle so miserably with the flesh of one another
We spend half our lives in the glare of the screen
Never learning how to scream
And now we're left with death and dust
The Doom Machine has come for us
Individualism is dead...unless you are the corporation
Brother and sisters rejoice in manufactured ignorance
We are creating the path of our own destruction
Eager to please, eager to tease
The world is spinning like a top in the hand of creation: the corporation
All is lost on the few who spiral
Down and downward into selflessness
Our purpose is only to aid our captor
The Doom Machine wants to undress
A revolution of the apocalypse and mankind’s most magickal invention
Frankenstein on a global scale is here to deliver your As-Seen-On-TV ascension
We are creating the path of our own destruction
Cackling madly at our own nihilistic genius
NOTHING HAS CHANGED
So everything has changed around it
THE FABRIC OF NOTHING -- THE CONCEPT IS MUTATED
And nothing exists in the realm of the real at all
The sex instinct will be eradicated.
Bow your heads and listen to the sermons of the CEOs
The Doom Machine
All-powerful, we genuflect before
The Doom Machine
All-knowing, we worship the grandest
Doom Machine
Our leader, saviour, save us from ourselves
Humanity’s lifetime in the making
Continued slave-work produced this final masterpiece
It is the product to be had, the hottest thing on the market
Desired by all; lust stemming from our very nature
Self-destruction will be here for dinner, honey
In
3...2...1