To unleash pestilence.

It's all become oh so synthetic
The waves of idiotic subterfuge
strain my relationship with everyone
A pestilence of pathetics
Cope with smouldering attitudes
Let it be known the actions are copacetic
prophetic thoughts of olden few
Pose with aspirations of righteousness
Just to justify your argument
The arrogance of articulates is nothing new

Sound the alarm it's Death upon us
Pantomiming misery to a blank canvas
It's from the apogee when I take my leap
Because the greatest achievement
 we've come up with
Is connecting a world that's become disconnected.

Every word I taste is rancid.
We're bitter spitting carcinogens
A plight striking the anvils
A sciatto marching song for the hollow men.