Anton Syndrome

Tell me, how does it feel?
To serve the demise of the earth as you kneel
Sucking the cock of a world you abhor
Licking the balls of your Gods like a whore

Run to the mountains
Run from the flood plains
Rid you of this disease
Myopic in essence, you'll die on your fucking knees

The essence of life is reflection
Your life's work is self-misdirection

Feed me your bullshit conclusions
Fed to you like slop to a pig
Free me of the world of collusion
Fuck you and your impotent rage
Myopic, misogynist
Can't see the shit that's in front of you
Corrupted, false prophеt
This punishment is overdue

Run from еvery thought you've had
Run from every thought you've had