Avarice and stubbornness - converge into stupidity
In two we have begotten our desserts and transform
As we become food for the earth and for the rats
I never forget a face and this time I'm taking names - this time I'm
Screech and pop of this hollow shell would have provided escape for the fortunate
The fortunate I am not, as I have lived for hours
My dying image, my innards are ripped
and picked away by my "comrades" literally and figuratively,
the teeth goes through the tongue
I am willing to die for my fair share and for my share I have died
If I wake before I die, there'll be hell to pay
But for my share, I'm left in half, so I guess I'm fucked
Screech and pop of this hollow shell would have provided escape for the fortunate
There were never signs of slowing down as it ripped right through me
If I could just die before my children eat me,
literally and figuratively,
the teeth go through the tongue
Am I dying or just waking up?
Am I dyign or just waking up?
I'm in half Mass Killing Spree
If we all could just die before our children eat us
Like a train through a pigeon
I'm now filled with empathy
If we all could just die before our children eat us
A failure to move will result in your death