On your forcefed illusions to choke
You feed off my pain
Fee off my life
There won’t be another dawn
We will reap as we have sown
Always the same
My tired eyes have seen enough
Of all of your lies
My hate is blind
There won’t be another dawn
We will read as we have sewn
Slaughter of the soul
Suicidal final art
Children — born of sin
Tear your soul apart
Always the same
My tired eyes have seen enough
Of all of your lies
My hate is blind
There won’t be another dawn
We will read as we have sewn
Slaughter of the soul
Suicidal final art
Children — born of sin
Tear your soul apart
‘Men must attempt to develop
in themselves and their children
liberation from the sense of self
…men must be free from
boundries, patterns and
consistences in order to be free
to think, feel and create in new ways’
— Luke Rhinehart, ‘The Diceman’
1971