System Of A Down

As the century nears to its formidable end, our global experience of universal proportions, predicted by many greats, will arrive at our solar system, to our system of a down. Authoritarian oppression, family abuse, depression caused by conformity, and economic devastation will be neutralized by technological terrorism in times of complete chaos. Control will never again be gained for toleration will become extinct. A husband quarelling with his wife will not think twice or regret his spent bullet. Hungry children will not spare the grocer. Remorse in all forms will be removed from human thoughts and actions. Freedom will only be available through revolution or death. The system of a down is unavoidable as life on this planet becomes unnecessary.
The hand has five fingers, capable and powerful, with the ability to destroy as well as create. We have the power to stop and reverse the tides of time by making our awareness of abuse known to the powers of industry and their uncouth political arms. Only by raising this awareness and promoting personal peace within today's self-defeatist society, can we allow the planet a chance to avoid self-destruction!
Open your eyes, open your mouths, close your hands and make a fist.

--System Of A Down

Where Are The Immortals?

The search for power, the stink of greed.
On humanity and kindness we all feed.
We fantasize, we imagine, we dream,
To height and prosperity we beam.
We look up, see the success in our mind's eye,
See all the things that money can buy.
We grasp, we choke, we smother,
And to look back we don't even bother.
We snatch the innocent, crush the good,
We push anything that on our way stood.
We stamp, we kill, we steal,
Then we just plan our next meal.
We destruct the pure, we destroy all beauty,
Try to find a way to escape mortality.
The stench is getting strong, nausea is taking over,
But only some can smell it, they don't run for cover.
Those who see, those who know,
Those who haven't stooped so low.
Those who hold, who grip, but with care,
Those who come out of their lair.
They are the immortal, they are the gods,
They don't wait until He nods.
But where has all the goodness gone?
Crushed, destroyed... what have we done?
We close our eyes, tears of blood fall down,
In seas of delirium and fantasy we drown.
But we are humans, after all. We never learn.
When will the immortals take me while I burn?

By Obsession Pathetique, 10th September 2005