We find ourselves in a desert surrounded by vultures for company
The bones of our closets friends become trophies of our existence
A seed is planted, it grows like a stain
Cut down the tree but the roots still remain
It's not in our blood, this is our veins
Penetrate the body, incubate the mind
Infect and consume and repeat
Parasite find me a victim, to pass on this blessing
This host has grown weak systems fail
And involuntary cycle, a product of birth,
Misconceptions of guilt and greed
Unwillingly contributing to a self destructive society
As far as I can see, the only cure, for this atrocity,
Is for everyone to just stop breathing