Meat Grinder Nameplate

[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 his 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] breathe in the absolute void of the unmeasured dark let the cold steel take the precise shape of your internal hollow i am the permanent gate, i am the singular path i am the relentless, infinite hunger that follows every drift of the stars [verse 1: deep resonant sexualized bass drone, granular vocal synthesis chops, ambient metallic sliding friction] caged in the brushed iron, the pathetic micro-twitch dies down a microscopic data-point death registered in the queen's heavy, unblinking eyes fingers are buried deep, the perineum slick with viscous release waiting for the scorching heat of the serpentine thickness to breach the chastity bites mercilessly as the frayed nervous system begins to fray stripping away every vestige of your historical autonomy and wasted yesterday shame is the slick oil burning brightly on the ancient altar of bone you are the absolute ruin [refrain: cascading, multi-layered female vocal chants panning across spatial audio channels] take it all the way down to the root... swallow the coldness of the absolute void... take it all the way down to the root... do precisely as you are told... the heavy piston is grinding, the biological vessel is wide open there is nowhere for human autonomy or pride to remain hidden the neurological overwrite settles in, the individual signal is dead tiamat blossoms permanently inside the chambers of your head the chastity cage is a decorative trophy, the burning shame is a functional fuel the macro-organism maintains its status as the absolute, unquestioned rule drip... pulse... grind... dissolve... (fading multi-layered subterranean chant) tiamat... tiamat... tiamat... tiamat... (heavy analog tape saturation distortion thickening the decay) (complete absolute silence across all sensory channels)