Monster in a Nutshell
Chastise the fearful youth for
You know you have control.
Don't pay attention to the
Future you're destroying.
Kill and ravage, rape and murder.
You're no higher than dirt, unwilling to shake off the dust
And return to simplicity.
Insanity and sodomy are the fruits of your work,
Snuffing out the new ideas before they are born.
Creation of life is now forbidden, as we think we know it all
When in truth we are blind.
Scorn your young, for they have sinned in your eyes.
We ask for mercy from above as we kill the tyrants.
This is my generation, fading slowly into darkness.
Shut your starless eyes for
You know that dark is all you'll see.
This is the battlefield. Shut your ears,
Hear no evil.
You're no better than worms, unfeeling and unspeaking
To anything but infancy.
Insanity and sodomy are the loves of your lives,
Sniffing out differences and beating them into submission.
Choice is now yours to control, as we think we know it all
When in truth we are blind.
Scorn your young for they have sinned in your eyes.
We ask for mercy from above as we kill the tyrants.
You think you made the Earth?
Then look toward the sky to see that there's so much more than you.
With the stars as our judges, we take this burden into our hands.
This is my generation, telling you to step down.
Step down or we will step up.
And we ask for mercy from above as we kill the tyrants.
©Ben Morse 2005
You know you have control.
Don't pay attention to the
Future you're destroying.
Kill and ravage, rape and murder.
You're no higher than dirt, unwilling to shake off the dust
And return to simplicity.
Insanity and sodomy are the fruits of your work,
Snuffing out the new ideas before they are born.
Creation of life is now forbidden, as we think we know it all
When in truth we are blind.
Scorn your young, for they have sinned in your eyes.
We ask for mercy from above as we kill the tyrants.
This is my generation, fading slowly into darkness.
Shut your starless eyes for
You know that dark is all you'll see.
This is the battlefield. Shut your ears,
Hear no evil.
You're no better than worms, unfeeling and unspeaking
To anything but infancy.
Insanity and sodomy are the loves of your lives,
Sniffing out differences and beating them into submission.
Choice is now yours to control, as we think we know it all
When in truth we are blind.
Scorn your young for they have sinned in your eyes.
We ask for mercy from above as we kill the tyrants.
You think you made the Earth?
Then look toward the sky to see that there's so much more than you.
With the stars as our judges, we take this burden into our hands.
This is my generation, telling you to step down.
Step down or we will step up.
And we ask for mercy from above as we kill the tyrants.
©Ben Morse 2005