Future life neuter
Rancid from the sutures
of the worlds abusers

we praise how they breed us
And ignore how they treat us
to all the prestigious
that never greet us
But happily feed us
recycled Adidas

from birth
i am keyless
born into steeply debited ideals
now my invisible digital bills go to
these edible medical "future still" pills
With digital reals
stepping on my heels
And replacing human feels
these vampritic shills
have skill and mill for the easiest kills
never ending religious treason
Fucking Islam, fucking Jesus
Our end proceeds us
in times of dust
We happily eat us
cheeks of rare cheetahs
Drill out of view
aka the future kill
slave and fill the rat race till
manufacture for a world less real
From the couch where time stands still
you can’t admit your own ill will
embrace every victim kill
And Capital Hill's pharmaceutical ills

Future bill
Pay it
Future Kill
On Target
Future Pill
Take it

The rumor is humans have a sick sense of humor
Throwing rocks at the sky and feeding self-inflicted tumors
you're fucked, last blooper
Death-herders always eat their suitors
Thankfully forgotten
Forever

Future life neuter
Rancid from the sutures
of the worlds abusers

Birth-rights holders, body owners
Power measured in pairs of shoulders
Storefronts, ports, and lobby molders
empowered whores with less exposure
Influence hoarders buy the borders
faculty repeats and builds the mortars
Put in hands of drones not soldiers
Breadlines grow and don't get shorter
The very thought of what could conceive this
plans to hunt down man to redeem us
we capture the women, put them in prisons and
enlist your children at recess
They try and tell me what I need
let kid soldiers cross the seas
tell the ladies when to breed, how deep to breathe, and how to be
Future brutal is their way
Lose tomorrow, not today
Some people act, some people pray
Some pull the trigger to get some praise
No more rain
it's End of Game
It's 404, it's how it's made
Mugshots on a wiki page
Holds one percent of us to blame

Future bill
Pay it
Future Kill
On Target
Future Pill
Take it

The rumor is humans have a sick sense of humor
Throwing rocks at the sky and feeding self-inflicted tumors
you're fucked, last blooper
Death-herders always eat their suitors
Thankfully forgotten
Forever