Become postmortal

From the login to the grave

Every move that you make

Has been stored and saved

In this digital hellscape

Where human dignity is currency we can’t afford

The only solution is total submission

Prostrate yourself before the new gods

Become postmortal

Consequences of virulent apathy

Dull our senses, weaken society

Fascist bullshit, white trash supremacy

Imitating cowards and tyrants

It’s clear to me what the end will be

Observing our dеmise

Like reflеctions in black mirrors

Absorbing blatant lies

Transfixed by saints and killers

Go to your grave knowing

That you will never be forgotten

The last gasp of a dying world

At the push of a button

The algorithm takes a heavy toll

Is it worth its weight in souls?

Vile distractions

Callous nihility

Fractured factions

Consuming our will to live

And now we have to ask ourselves the question - do we even really care?

We could be so much more than this

Just imagine the potential

Of 7 billion minds and fists

Connected and raised in revolution

It’s not too late

We can still be saved

It’s not too late

We can still be saved

Our souls deserve more

Than a digital grave

(It’s not too late)

Observing our demise

Like reflections in black mirrors

Absorbing blatant lies

Transfixed by saints and killers

It’s clear to me what our fucking end will be

Become postmortal