Cruxician

Media mavens mount surgical strikes from trapper keeper collages and online magazine racks Cover girl cutouts throw ups pop-up ads infecting victims with silicone shrapnel Worldwide passenger pigeons deploy paratroopers, now it's raining pornography Lovers take shelter Post-production debutantes pursue you in NASCAR chariots They construct ransom letters from biblical passages and bleed mascara into the holy water supplies There is a war going on for your mind Industry insiders slang test tube babies to corporate crack heads They flash logos and blast ghettos Their embroidered neckties say "Stop Snitching" Conscious rappers and whistle-blow

War. War never changes. Since the dawn of human kind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything: from God to justice to simple, psychotic rage. In the year 2077, after millennia of armed conflict, the destructive nature of man could sustain itself no longer. The world was plunged into an abyss of nuclear fire and radiation. But it was not, as some had predicted, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue to another bloody chapter of human history. For man had succeeded in destroying the world - but war, war never changes. In the early day