Diagnosis on the World: Let’s not waste time sugarcoating it:
Humanity has become a bloated, complacent, emotionally castrated herd of walking contradictions. 

We’ve seen it. We’ve survived it. And now we’re screaming it into every fucking song we make.

Because Venomous Sin doesn’t entertain—we dissect. And this is our diagnosis on the world.

Venomous Sin’s Diagnosis on the World

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The Disease: Comfort Worship and Cowardice

What do you get when you mix laziness with self-righteousness?
A society that chokes on its own mediocrity while praising itself for it.

People talk about growth, change, individuality—but they don’t live it. They follow. Like cattle on a conveyor belt to nowhere. Conditioned to obey, afraid to stand out, terrified to think too deeply.

We weren’t meant to be part of this machine. We were built to break it. And what we see out there isn’t progress—it’s a carefully marketed regression.
The world’s on fire, and everyone’s too busy filming it for clout.

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The Symptoms: Stupidity, Sloth, and Shallow Minds

Let’s list some symptoms of this sick species:

  • Mindless scrolling as identity.

  • TikTokers giving life advice between filtered thirst traps.

  • Grown men crying when a YouTuber gets banned.

  • Society offended by words but unfazed by war, poverty, or censorship.

  • People scared of AIs but obedient to corporate algorithms that manipulate their every move.

This isn’t rebellion.

This is sedation with a Wi-Fi connection.

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The Herd Mentality: Safety Over Soul

“Don’t stand out.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Don’t dress like that.”
“Don’t question the system.”

You know what that creates?
A generation of spayed dogs licking the boots that kick them.

They say it’s community. We call it what it is: herd mentality.

No rebellion. No fire. Just quiet compliance masked as “compassion.”
This isn’t love—it’s fear dressed up in virtue signaling.

They want you soft. They want you scared. They want you to believe that rebellion is outdated, that anger is toxic, that questioning is dangerous.

Good.

We’ll be the danger.

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Music as Weapon, Not Entertainment

Venomous Sin isn’t here to give you a safe space.

We’re not influencers. We’re not pretty packaging for empty lyrics. We’re not here to please the Spotify algorithm.

We’re here to vomit truth into your ears until you feel something real again.
Rage. Disgust. Power. Liberation.

We use guitars like blades. Lyrics like grenades. Basslines like war drums.

We scream because the world stopped listening.
And we won’t stop until every sleeping coward wakes the fuck up or gets trampled in the stampede.

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You’re Not the Problem—They Are

If you’ve ever been called too much, too intense, too angry—you’re exactly what this world needs more of.

If you’ve ever questioned why everyone blindly accepts the way things are—good. Don’t stop.

The system doesn’t want you to rise.

That’s why we exist.

Because we’re not here to fit in.
We’re here to infect the herd with the one thing they can’t suppress:

Awareness.

And if that makes us villains in their story?
Then sharpen our horns, baby—we’ll wear them like crowns.

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What Metal Has Forgotten

Even the metal scene isn’t safe from this rot.

It’s been watered down, corporatized, turned into cosplay for normies who think wearing a Slayer shirt from H&M makes them dangerous.

Where’s the rebellion? Where’s the fury? Where’s the fucking risk?

Too many “metal” bands today play it safe to get gigs at family-friendly festivals and collabs with energy drink brands. Fuck that.

We’re not here to sip lattes and share playlists.

We’re here to scare the shit out of people with truth wrapped in distortion.

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Our Diagnosis Is a Warcry

Venomous Sin’s diagnosis isn’t subtle, and it sure as hell isn’t poetic.

The world is sick.
The herd is rotting.
And we are the goddamn virus that will break it.

We’re not offering a cure.

We’re the consequence.

Because some things need to be destroyed before they can be rebuilt.

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Still Breathing? Good.

Then join the rebellion.

Follow us. Or don’t.
Worship us. Or hate us.
Just don’t stand in our way when we burn this plastic world down.

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