Parasites - Disturbance

Into the soil, into the sky

Into the soil from which we thrive

Growing space, by war and lies

Fill up the gaps of those who die

We’re all parasites

Growing fields of new born

Who will feed us while we die?

Growing our survival

Blunt for any reason why

We’re all parasites

Like vulture feeding on a corpse

Like growing flies on human waste

Like rats on a banquet in the crap that’s human taste

Eating out he womb while looking for the light

Feeding on the ones, gone to waste

Eating out he womb while looking for the light

Grow your own and taste the taste

Parasites

Like vulture feeding on a corpse

Like growing flies on human waste

Like rats on a banquet in the crap that’s human taste

We’re all parasites