The Weakener

Why should I care
 The writings on the wall, no future
 Cynics sow disdain, as pious retroverts unrestrained
 What vision can ever rise from this worthless human waste?
 Like ghosts from '68, a generation still lost in space
 Narcissistic automatons, caressing techno-fetishes unknown
 Maybe I'm deranged, a Herbert West inside of me
 Hoping to raise the dead to find some life in this species selfish-bred
 Atavist!
 As I watch your
 Institutions decay, contradictions remain
 Institutions decay, weakeners so weakening
 They bait, cast and reel, to the passive so ready to kneel
 With hooks so firm in mouth, they carry forth on this path unbowed
 So quick to turn away, so quick to unleash the blade
 As cracks across the dam, still hold back a world we can't comprehend
 Atavist!
 Institutions decay, contradictions remain
 Institutions decay, weakeners so weakening
 Cut the cord and start the fire
 Ass seers of oblivion, all color turns to black
 Forfeit the unknown, upon the rack of circumstance
 So goes the folly of man, a fool in a forest of fear
 "As you like it," they will say, " there's plenty more just like you here"