Vestigial

Vestigial, individual, as you no longer serve a purpose-
Rudiment, away you went, completely fuckin' worthless-
Just sediment, upon my steps, you should run and join the circus-

The god you serve is now dead-

Crucified, upon your lies, the words you speak are false-
I despise, inside your eyes, the entirety of your cause-
Comes a sigh, for now can I, celebrate your loss-

The dead you serve are now gods-

I hear you speak, spew these beliefs, to me it all means nothin'-
These fragile things, that pull your strings, now dance my fuckin' puppet-
It will be me, last thing you see, isn't this how you want it?-

Mindless slaves, your highness craves, your full attention-
Playing games, with lives you taint, false power is your mission-
I'll shed these leaves, the other trees, we all will change our pigment-

Your purpose does not serve-

Everything you say and do, is utter fucking pig shit-
Every single day you spew and vomit your existance-
I will not be, to blame for you, the reason why you fail your mission-

You do not serve a purpose-

To put in terms, in which you'd learn, to me would be quite simple-
My stomach churns, I hope you burn, with all else that's governmental-
The tide will turn, will you ever learn?, how can you remain so fickle?-

Pitiful-
Individual-
Vestigial-