Iconic Vivisect - Infinite Seeping Wounds

The futility of existence is evident

To serve without purpose is the human condition
A thousand generations grovelling

Adherent to the hollow dreams of others
Arbitrary paths to insignificance

Trivial achievements praised, generic prosperity
Abundance for the spineless
Civilized like vermin

Mediocrity puts food in the mouths of the common
On their knees with their heads in the trough
The fortunate hold contempt as they consume, shit and breed
Flaunting their offspring like material accessories
Rewards for the death of innovation

A lack of direction precedes the will to create
The myth of freedom sedates them

Yet terrified by the concept of a free man
To toil or starve, to beg or die

Poverty for the pure is the price of honesty
Submit or be left for dead,

Our honour keeps us cold and hungry
Destitute in resistance
To question is decadent
To survive is to serve without purpose

Striving for a purpose, dying without cause.