the sounds off blackness is the sound off darkness,
like living each day in a state of depression. 
as we go on with our lives being slaves to those who try to 
restrain me, to entrap me into the repressive regime
of the powers that be, 
 
here they all are look at me, minding my own.
as i'm walking by i pay no attention to the plaguing 
antagonism of rural fascism, the wheels are turning 
as my mind is racing i feel like a dog chasing his own 
tail, round and round up and down here we go.
 
a revolution is starting and a war is brewing, weapons are 
drawn as a blackened mist is beginning to form. the clock 
is ticking and time is running out, the hands off judgement 
has chosen it's victims those who are doomed to fall.
 
rampaging lunatics, blood hungry whores, irate meth heads 
and drunk ass holes. political correctness what 
a waste of time, corrupted politicians and cops reign supreme
as they watch while they destroy us all.
 
look at me and look into my eyes, see the world in my minds eye.
in the mist of chaos i find peace and serenity safe from the cannibals
and the gun yielding tattooed freaks, a life they intend 
to take not their own but yours and mine, high on coke and 
meth amphetamines looking to get their next fix .   
 
this is the sound of darkness followed by the sound of blackness
and the things to come.. now take a look at what we have become..

 

Signed form the beast of townsend & serial-freestyler