Anyone who says "very important" should not be allowed to listen to music.
And sorry to disappoint you all but Navicon Torture Technologies' Leech has the best lyrics in the Multiverse.
BENEATH THE VEIL OF SANITY BEATS THE THROBBING PROCESS OF DECAY.
travesties of unarmed neurological pathways
my draconian countenance, an inescapable glare
desires for annihilation of the external and indulgence in the basest internal natures
i have never seen heaven.
there was never a time when i was taught to accept an intrinsic positivity in the nature of humanity,
my observations have only convinced me of the exact opposite;
love is a dead language;
my eyes are a predator's eyes;
i see nothing but an ever-shifting amorphous blob of bloated human insects, like an excited swarm upon a smashed and gutted corpse this world upon which we thrive i am miserable as i come to understand the minimal (yet important) role i play in the continual decay of this planet.
in an attempt to grapple with the madness i feel rising within me, i take on the persona of a superbeing, an immortal god-emperor whose very name sends entire galaxies into panic.
in my internal universe, I Am Him.
I AM HIM!
this self-indulgence only barely saves me from the daily humiliations of my life...
a point comes when it becomes too powerful to contain within me. the violent, genocidal-rape-fantasies coalesce into a new organism which explodes from within my distorted body. i am momentarily empowered, but i realise only too late that the presence within my body had been all which sustained me. i use this New Knowledge to construct an infernal device to pump my blood until my greatest desires are fulfilled.
the beast which was birthed by me assaults an incalcuable number of humans, laying waste to this world, while at the same time fostering the inception of a new ecology which waits for the dark days to draw to an end.
i become the god-emperor i had always wanted to be, my one-beast-army maintaining my absolute power with the very real threat of its own existence. the population turns to me as their divine saviour, the man who is responsible for their utter extinction.
my health fails yet the machines keep me alive, vast oceans of blood are fed into my brain every hour. the most holy of words become synonyms for my name.
absolution and vindication are the lights which glow dimly in an otherwise empty sky. the only horizon which i am able to perceive is a landscape of nightmarish disappointments plaguing me until i lay coughing up blood as cancer grinds me into nothingness.
this is the brightest future i can imagine:
living a mundane unexceptional life upon a dead earth where the oxygen supply is poisoned and depleted due to excruciating and irreversable over-industrialisation. food supplies are synthesised and waste products are recycled. too little, too late.
man's folly; man's end; man's destiny.
'god bless us for fulfilling christian dogma.'
i say a silent prayer thanking my victims for providing me with the energy to sustain my life beyond the bounds of biology. i have always dreamed of bearing witness to the last gasp of man's empire. it has long been my most joy-filled dream to observe the first sunrise over an earth devoid of human life.
my wish has come true.
my corpse crumbles into the wind and birds begin to sing again after centuries of silence...