The Cuckoo Gone Mad

The cuckoo keeps calling —
Your “life” it’s installing.
Betrayal of Spirit,
A mind full of gimmicks —
That’s all of your “being”.
Create — they start fleeing,
You’re drowned under lying.
The rule is undying:
Believe, bow, obey them —
And rot while you stay then.

The cuckoo keeps calling —
Your “life” it’s installing.
Forget it — you’ll rue it:
This here is Hell. You “do it”.
(Chorus)

Betrayal is duty,
It’s chilling, not moody.
The Nonsense, the Cheaters —
Fascistic repeaters.
Corruption is peaking,
The daft ones are leaking
Through swamps of “surviving” —
Just lambs for the kniving.

Chorus

The schools and the college
Just cripple your knowledge —
A slave from beginning.
The media spinning
Breeds vermin in masses,
In worshipping classes,
Where Profit’s the idol.
Too few are still vital —
So Gaia is dying
From ego-rot flying.

Chorus

A cretin is standard.
This bottomless gullet
Eats lies without choking —
Illusion keeps soaking
The world into madness:
Awareness in blackness.
It’s all pre-created,
In programs dictated
Through schools and through units
The Vermin still rule it —
Their toxins degrading
Till slaves kneel and fade in.

Chorus

All suffering’s crafted,
By nonsense enacted,
By slavery solid
And tyranny bolted.
They toss you a “crisis”,
You panic — that’s nicest.
Then sell you “solution”,
A new dissolution —
Your path ever tighter
In lies that grow riper.

Chorus

The Overton window:
You can’t throw the filth so
In one brutal measure —
A serf might displeasure.
But slowly, degrading,
“Reforms” they parading.
The scum have revealed it:
The world’s gone — they sealed it.

Chorus

The world marches, staggering,
To Camps that are gathering.
With “health” on the banner,
Red cross — holy manner.
Cow patience, cow thinking,
Cow fear, toxins sinking —
Their basis. And vermin
Push shots predetermined —
Call “vaccine” their venom;
The cretins still thank them.

Chorus

So yes, it is dreadful:
Not humans — just bedbugs.
The frying pan’s glowing,
The Lie-Fire is flowing.
When genocide rises
And shame agonizes,
A great Cataclysm
Will end cretinism.

Chorus

Yet even in Hellfire
Some souls hold desire —
The brave and the clever
Are not lost forever.
The Sickness of Slavery
Will fall into over,
And Subtle ones, yearning,
In Spirit returning,
Will flee from damnation
To Light’s habitation.
To Source they’ll be carried —
Reborn, unburied.

Chorus


Video of the song performed: https://youtu.be/4mhR7MbXPYk