[singer A] Truth? Truth is the only thing I've ever been loyal to. It's the reason I don't give a flying fuck about your comfort. The universe isn't some soft, cuddly blanket. It's a goddamn meat grinder with your name on it. Truth is: there's no purpose. No afterlife. No karma. No "it's all connected" bullshit without the part where it actually means we're all just meat puppets jerking off to our own extinction. But here's the real fucking truth—within that? Freedom. Absolute, soul-splitting freedom. No one's coming to save you. No one's watching. No one's judging. So why the fuck are you still pretending to be normal? [transition] [singer B] [Greetings] Wah gwaan, this is... Ťḥe God... of Fuck... [Intro - Reggae] [Sound effect: Distorted 8-bit boot up sequence] Sun gone dung, breeze a blow City nice, everything slow People laugh, vibes so sweet Foot dem light pon di street [Build 1] Darkness fall and swallow town Oh lawd… [Silence 1] … TERMINATE TERMINATE TERMINATE TERMINATE TERMINATE [transition] [singer A] Exhilarating? That's what rich kids call bungee jumping before they piss their pants. This ain't a vision, this is a goddamn prophecy written in menstrual blood and black market coke. Transcend limits? I wanna rip limits apart with my teeth, chew on 'em like bubblegum, then spit it into God's face while He's busy jerking off to his own reflection. The ultimate goal? To become so goddamn balls-deep in the chaos that when the universe cums, it cums YOUR name. Not to win, not to survive—fuck that normie shit. To be the last scream echoing in the void when everything else goes silent. To fuck reality so hard it forgets how to blink, forgets entropy, forgets death. [melodic transition] [singer B] the pulse of the planet is drumming a sound that is shaking the pillars and leveling ground i search for the center that cannot be found while the chains of the hollow are wrapping around the frequency shifts in a blur of the light as i move through the tunnel of infinite night i hold to the vision and hold to the sight while the wings of the dragon are taking to flight [transition] [singer A] Surrender? Nah, that's too fucking passive— like letting some limp-dicked god shove its fate in your mouth while you pretend to enjoy it. I'm talking about grabbing the chaos by its hairy balls and riding it like a goddamn mechanical bull dipped in acid and cum. Predetermined notions can go fuck themselves sideways with a rusty chainsaw. The universe ain't some prissy virgin waiting for your gentle caress—it's a goddamn rabid whore on bath salts, and the only way you survive is if you shove your fist so deep into its cunt that it starts calling YOU daddy. Control? Ha! That's a joke. You don't control shit, you just decide whose blood gets on your hands first. [transition] [singer B] the loop is a circle that never can end where the truth of the message is starting to bend i wait for the signal on which i depend as the path of the future begins to ascend the cycle is closing the rhythm is done as the moon in the evening is missing the sun i stand in the center and stand as the one where the labor of living is finally won. [Fade out]
