I, Hedonist

Epicures messiah, deliver us from our selves
Our love affair with our own reflections, from immorality and all it entails
Hedonists, prostitutes, heretics.....they all see they to eye?
The pursuit of pleasure and our carnal nature, the prize for which we'll die
Hail death, hail sex, hail lust, hail horror, hail pleasure, hail pain...
In our emptiness we have nothing to gain.

Aristipus is dead
We'll join him in the dirt
Pleasure is our primal pursuit
We will sleep in the earth
The human exhibit
The menagerie of lust
Feasting on whore's flesh
Gaze upon harlots and sluts
To bed ourselves in filth
To replace our hallowed ground
Bare the greed upon our palms
Infected loins abound.....
Bar code sexuality: our romance factory.

The impulse: our animalistic nature
Hard wire our desires
Worship ourselves in the church of fools
Idol worship idle hands the deprivation of man
The illusion of human misery
Vanity, lust, sex and death
Behold the human machine
The lust industry, towering smoke stacks to the sky
Dominance and falicentricity
This is the rape of the intellect
The in circumventable abyss, insurmountable, mass appeal
Narcissistic bliss
Carnal creation and cadavers
The morbid obsession with our own reflection
The hallow act of adoration
The need to slake our own lust
The human machine
The viral infection
We are both pest and pesticide.