This precious hunger of which you hold so dear to the heart rushing blood to the limbs that will feed the gaping maw, always open for that which is dead just as long as its lost its head
Packaged in plastic from the factory to your table no longer willing or able to use the skills now diminished to merely fables food chains molested, now industrialized
You clawed your way to the top only to scrape from the bottom ...sounds like a loser to me
You've succumbed to apex blasphemy A causality of overpopulation Machines take the place of hands to fulfill the demand Vastly outstaying out welcome
This world, where we are at in our so-called "civilization" The great diminishing of life-giving land and seas The grand "unsustenance" begins with unchecked procreation The abolishment of the laws of nature and order
You clawed your way to the top only to scrape from the bottom ...sounds like a loser to me
You've succumbed to apex blasphemy A causality of overpopulation No longer the king, no longer the queen, if you know what I mean We're only captains of our own ruinationTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.