Screaming in silence,
Au revoir belongs to me,
There’s no freedom in free speech,
Choked with hypocrisy.
Censor the censoring and let’s indulge,
In one last supper.

Don’t desert the first course, your aperitif.
Feast until this culture leaves you empty.
Thirst for attention, wet, but never watered.
Hunger starves forever, propaganda slaughters.
Everything is judged, a regrettable fact.
Flick a finger in the air, to hell with that!

Crucifixion is an affliction best served cold,
The road to hell starts where bullshit is sold.
This shit is so hot right now!

What will you consume at your last supper?
Self indulgence or the arms of your mother? What will you drink at your last supper?
Liquor of a stranger?
Love of a lover?
What would you excrete after your last supper?
Obsession with celebrity?
The need for conformity?
Would you embrace what you class as abnormality?

Seasonally speaking, burger the rules,
Drowning in the oil of corporate fuelled gruel. Fashioned minds in the dark disinter,
Vanity numbs, so the soul can splinter.
Splintered souls are so on trend,
Shall we follow one another, to the bitter end?

What will you consume at your last supper?
Self indulgence or the arms of you mother?
What will you drink at your last supper?
Liquor of a stranger?
Love of a lover?
What would you excrete after your last supper?
Obsession with celebrity?
The need for conformity?
Would you embrace what you class as abnormality?

What you class as abnormality?
What you class as abnormality?
What will you consume?
What will you consume?
What will you consume?

What will you consume at your last supper?
Self indulgence of the arms of your mother? What will you drink at your last supper?
Liquor of a stranger?
Love of a lover?
What would you excrete after your last supper?
Obsession with celebrity?
The need for conformity?
Would you embrace what you class as abnormality?

-Brocarde