mechanical life
get a job
work in the factory
please your boss
praise wealth
shit your pants
be happy
eat fuck piss die
sabotage the machinery of private companies and murder their mercinaries
leave the wounded behind
burn the dead
bury your soul
ha ha ha ha ha
left to rot
miserably festered
days go by
creeping annihilation
i beg for death
sick of life
no more hope
we’re already dead
fuck the system
out of luck
sick of life
no emotions
shoot me in the head
crushing of the resistance
the ardent desire of the authorities
police repression
minefields and capital
attacks against the poorest sections