The Descent Of Man Songtext

Defiled Pantheon

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The Descent Of Man Songtext
Vapid in your chairs you sit
Transfixed by cathode rays
Airwaves clogged with filth and shit
Anything that pays
You'll lounge there till you're dust and ash
Minds all clogged with petty trash
A 'Culture' smeared in your face
By (an) electronic master race.

The descent of man
From free will to sedation
The descent of man
To mass-media predation
The descent of man
To despair from elation
The descent of man
The masters of creation!?

Supreme pinnacle of evolution?
What a fucking joke!
We can't create a single thing
but fire, death and smoke,
Holocausts of ashes
Marking the graven tombs
How many great men and women
Never made it past the womb?

The descent of man
From free will to sedation
The descent of man
To mass-media predation
The descent of man
To despair from elation
The descent of man
The masters of creation!?

Spirits crushed by structures of order and control
Philosophical dictatorships
Have colonised your soul
Telling who to love and hate
Telling when life to create
You'll never sigh and breathe free air
And guess what my friend?

No one fucking cares.

The descent of man
From free will to sedation
The descent of man
To mass-media predation
The descent of man
To despair from elation
The descent of man
The masters of creation!?
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