Foraging for flesh Any taste but rot Three shapes rise With starving eyes and blades
Like thousands before Erased and consumed
Constant transformation Sores that can't heal Liquefied organs Shedding of skin
Immune to pain No choices for decades The controlling hand of survival Bending the snake to eat its tail
The immortal hunter Perfect killer Vestigial thoughts flood back in a caustic memory
Condemned as a warped entity with pink flesh and benign eyes Still innocent of fratricide Lies helpless Pleading
Empathic intuition Long since beaten and devoured by instinct Resurrects
Thoughts and second guesses Are suicide now Anything causing questions Must be killed
Generations of splintered DNA Should not have reproduced It can't live Live to tell
Consuming its purity to conjure resolve
The taste is sweet and morbid It bites as it slides down A lifetime of domination Now a slave to sicknessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
