Black Sites - Misery Index

Leviathan devours all…

Nameless agents haunt the shadow world

Stateless numbers plan clandestine deeds

To the ranks of the long disappeared

They become your whole reality, your silencer, your lonely God

And across the Styx you’ll ride

When torture angels come to take you home

Simulated death endured, rope tears into wrists

Swollen head in blackened hood, blinded blistered face

Hang upright puking blood, routine torture test

As minions of the State have their way with you

Beaten, drugged, broken limbs

Burned, drowned, dissidents

The work of death, carried out, in all our names… again

«Rendition is not a problem» (until its you)

By what circumstances do we justify these means

To codify barbarity in practiced policy?

On pious, preached morality we’re fed until we choke

Our rhetoric, so righteous, rings a joke to the world

Power thirsts, power spreads, like tentacles from God

Secrets, inquests, illusions, and facades

Talons lock, as vultures flock, spreading from DC

Dropped on, Black Sites, erased from memory