Walking Meat (demo) (Patreon)

Warning: This is not for the feint of heart.

This is a demo of a very sinister sounding noise/industrial track I'm working on for an upcoming release. I'll be releasing sexy and light-hearted stuff later this week.

Transcript:

Walking down the street in your favorite meat flavoring,
advertising taste right on the packaging.

Oh cadaver, oh fool.
What an interesting little use for your inadequate tool.

I wonder how you’d taste if left stewing in your own juices.
We’ve watched this all before, and it always comes up deuces.

This simple act of conjugation.
A species so intent on its own subjugation.

Willing to cum inside the first available offering.
Oh the songs that will be sung of your righteous softening.

Salted meat left to cure in the slowly warming sun.
Every day is a tragedy and we’ve only just begun.

Don’t persist beyond your means, lest you fall into the trap.
Running through this maze again to earn your daily scrap.

The echoed angled atrophy will grab you by the tail,
twisting you to vicious whims of a culture doomed to fail.

A voice that wishes to be heard might never speak aloud.
With hollowness behind the eyes, standing tall and proud.

So eminently empty, devoid of critical thought.
Walking meat, will just repeat... everything it’s taught

Purpose will elude for as long as it deems fit,
welcome to a universe that just doesn’t give a shit.

What were you expecting in your kicking, screaming, cries?
Did you think that you were special or that you’d never die?

As you lie here waiting, for that great day to come..
I hope you feel the emptiness of everything you’ve done.

Let that be your last.
The time to spawn has passed.

And we don’t want you pissing in the gene pool.