The Increased Sensation Of Dullness - War From A Harlots Mouth

In all his opulence

He would swallow the world

All levels at peak, 'cause:

«What's there we must feed!»

The lack of demand we beget

Is making him loath

His blood pressure climbs

Or does his heartbeat decline?

By his own choice

He will rot in his cell

Until the end of time

Over and over

He would swallow the world

All levels at peak

Until the end

He will swallow his last meal

Windows closed

At dimmed light

«I'm just a human"he would say

When it comes back to him

His blood pressure climbs

And his levels arise

No end is in sight

His heartbeat declines

No end is in sight