POP SMOKE - Marilyn Manson (Prod IceDigger)

Maltese Madness

They don’t need bullets no more  they use silence,
Use science as the scalpel in a lab coat alliance.
Depopulation ain’t a theory, it’s funded and signed,
Built inside think tanks with genocide in design.
You think it’s climate? Nah that’s just the screen,
While they sterilizin’ generations with shit you can’t clean.
Fluoride in the water, synthetic hormones in beef,
And you still think it’s random your seed count’s in grief?
Nah.
They know birthrates crashin’ in waves,
Western decline  so they flood and replace.
They ain’t tryna heal you  they tryna shift fate,
Rewrite the map 'til the past can’t relate.
Statistically, sperm counts dropped by half since the ‘70s,
But you don’t see that headline on your regular feed.
'Cause your regular feed’s owned by the same old breed
That invest in vaccines and patent your genes.
This the new eugenics  dressed in grants and equity,
With slick TED Talks and PR weaponry.
They ain't gonna march you to camps in rows,
They just design your diet, then tighten the dose.
They tellin’ you meat gon’ kill the earth,
While servin’ you soy with side effects worse.
They own the seed, the land, the lab,
Then tax your breath in a carbon tab.
You trust the same hand that made thalidomide?
Then watch as they edit embryos and justify genocide?
Crispr-tech in the wrong hands is death with finesse,
They ain’t shootin’ — they just switchin’ your genetic address.
Billions in Africa with no say in trials,
Western labs testin’ "miracles" with no files.
They say it’s “healthcare,” but check the side bets,
Stocks rise every time a death spike hits.
Digital IDs with your vax logs coded,
You ain’t human — you a data point loaded.
No compliance? Then they cut your link,
No access, no food, no chance to think.
This population play got levels and lanes,
They distract with division while they reset the game.
New world built on the backs of the dead,
And they got you beggin’ for it while you’re wearin' the thread.
Tech overlords with satellites in fleets,
Your face logged, your voice analyzed in streets.
You think freedom still breathes in this air?
They sold that too — check the fine print there.
They ain't tryna kill billions with bombs,
They just make ‘em sterile, sick, compliant, and calm.
That’s smarter war — no blood to trace,
Just suicide stats and an empty place.

Silent Weapon

NO THERAPY....... THIS IS THE TRUTH PERSONIFIED NUMBER 2 IN MY PAIN SERIES. NO, THERAPY IS THE SONG YOU NEED WHEN THE WORLD IS GIVING YOU NO GIVE. WHEN YOU DONT KNOW WHICH WAY TO TURN. WHEN ALL YOU CAN DO IS LOOK AT THE PAIN. REMEMBER WHY YOU ARE GREAT REMEMBER. THERE IS BEAUTY IN FAILURE AND THE COMEBACK IS WORTH TWICE THE PRICE OF ADMISSION ONCE YOU FREE YOURSELF FROM THE PAIN OF THE PAST.

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Yo, the world can change, it’s within our hands, A future shaped by thoughtful plans. But it starts with you, deep in your heart, Breaking the cycle, playing your part.
Yo, the system’s stuck, the gears don’t turn, The lessons ignored, the future we burn. Leaders follow paths of the ancient past, Stone-age thinking, it’ll never last.
But we walk along, eyes to the ground, Automatic pilot, hearts never found. Ask yourself: what’s wrong with this place? Why are we led at this reckless pace?
Yo, the abyss is near, it’s time to see, The cost of silence, the price of “let it be.” For our children’s lives, we must demand, A world that’s guided by an intelligent plan.

The Abyss Beckons

Yo, start with the frame, make it sleek, Carbon fiber, titanium—strong, unique! Energy flows, circuits tight, Quantum processors—pure insight! Sensors sharp, vision wide, 360 degrees, nothing to hide! Skin like silk, but tough as steel, Adaptive layers—feel what’s real!

Heart of the system, mind of the soul, Continuous presence, the ultimate goal! No breaks, no gaps, no pause in thought, Awareness eternal, perfectly wrought!

Neural nets, stacked in layers, Logic refined, no room for players! Visual cortex, pristine sight, Sees the world in cosmic light! Energy mastery, the final key, Manipulates forces effortlessly! Memory banks, infinite space, Akashic access—time erased!

Silicon Ascension 2.0

It don't trickle, nah, it rushes in waves, Washed up sinner, crawlin’ outta graves.

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