A supremely impermanent futuristic city, the loop highway of samsara, inescapable karma
Leading to castration, a futureless future, happiness with no alternatives
Infection, antiwar, even coming to your senses it’s too late, dive, dive!
A lover’s suicide with supertechnology, scapegoats, victims, human nature
Spring in a no-entry district, a tree-of-life diagram
Suffer and fall in line, weak Band of Bremen*: Declaring your anti-humanity stance in a loud voice
All mankind is probably sick somehow anyways: a fanfare for us, the defective merchandise!
Victims of nihility
The sunset drowns, in a crater in a green park, the night before destruction
Doubting even one’s neighbors, with conflict therefore inevitable
Micro, macro, fractals of instinct, Brahman becoming uneasy and pandering
A karmic mandala we must put an end to, drawn in AC lights… over which we quarrel
Thistles growing in a shelter… The cyclical Game of Life**
Having cast off sociality, we’re animals, marching unreliably to the north, to the north
Manic-depressive at lacking any phobias: a fanfare for us, the flops and failures!
Victims of nihility
No dreams, no hopes, no objectives, no, no, no allies
I hate people, I hate the world, I hate words, I’m scared, scared, scared of the past, of the future
When persecuted, when cornered, my defense mechanisms are forced, a signal for revenge
Threats, usury, it’s as I thought, as I thought, as I thought
Frenzy and fall in line, young yelling rebels! Not knowing love, having never been loved yourselves
All mankind is burdened with some kind of obligation: a fanfare for us, the worthless dropouts!
Victims of nihility