To the Flies

Give the sacrifice to the flies The one who burns Feeding me and feed the crowd That's our tomb of cold and rotting wombs That's your network when at work When at work Life is void of body language Instinct must consume you, it must confuse That's our tomb of cold and rotting wombs That's our network when at work When at work Clawed and scratched their way, biting through the next rat Save its own neck, snake consuming snake Danger culminates in them doing business with another Loss of self-awareness, no sense of warm blood To feel a conscience at all Clawed and scratched their way, biting through the next rat Save its own neck, snake consuming snake Danger culminates Gnawing at the bone, hopeful for its marrow A thousand rats crowded at my back Jealous and left with a hungry taste in malnourished mouths Everyone is hungry We watch our peers, just to see when they fail; a vulture whose habits can't have it We watch our peers, just to see when they fail, a vulture whose habits won't have it Failure! Pressure stacks against a city of camels and bricks Whether I like it or not, I am alone in this Live with the dead and decaying, I rot as they rot A viral plague of toxic nostrils, breathe out your violence Pressure stacks against this city of camels and bricks Breathe out your toxic nostrils; breathe out your violence Muzzle covered in intangible filth, instant guilt A status so emotional Evolved, single only interested in My stomach filled and lungs are full of smoke Muzzle covered in filth, insistent guilt A pistol lays before me and I am broke Just another Cannibal Gnawing at the bone Clawed and scratched their way, biting through the next rat Save its own neck, snake consuming snake Danger culminates in them doing business with another Loss of self-awareness, no sense of warm blood Clawed and scratched their way, biting through the next rat Save its own neck, snake consuming snake, danger culminates --- To The Flies - Wretched