Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
Do not speak to me
You speak the mantras
Of the machine
With its sexual video game
Mind control
The glowing robotic
Tv tit of the machine
Burrowing into
Your subconsciousness
That you suck
Like a vampire
A corpse
In its casket
You are
On your couch
With your dupont chemicals
Plutonium flakes
Floating everywhere
Your comatose
Vegetable braindeath
Your brain
Rotting in your skull
Reeking..
Sucking up designer opinions
Like a five dollar alley whore
Too stupid to spit it out
Your infected mind
Jacking itself off
To the mk ultra
Mechanical laughter
Backing up the double speak
Of the vomit spewing
From the stand-up comedians
Diffusing you
Your engineered self perception
Unparallelled by the extermination centres
Inside of your memory cells
Toxic black magic
Nurturing conditioning
Hypnagogic magic
In lies they trained us
So wrong is now right?
Images infecting me
Words entrancing me
Technologic spells
Contaminated purity
Burning body smoke
A few teeth remain
It didn't matter
That you're living a lie?
Faded blood and cloth
Melting meat and thoughts
The no one inside me
Now it's all gone
The nothing in my heart
A little piece of forever
Broken inside me
Taped over for life
Toxic Black Magic was written by Randy Prozac.
Toxic Black Magic was produced by Randy Prozac.