Apex Blasphemy - Cattle Decapitation

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 ruination