To the Flies - Wretched

Give the sacrifice to the flies

The one who burns

Feeding me and feed the crowd

That’s our tomb of cold and rotting wombs

That’s your network when at work

When at work

Life is void of body language

Instinct must consume you, it must confuse

That’s our tomb of cold and rotting wombs

That’s our network when at work

When at work

Clawed and scratched their way, biting through the next rat

Save its own neck, snake consuming snake

Danger culminates in them doing business with another

Loss of self-awareness, no sense of warm blood

To feel a conscience at all

Clawed and scratched their way, biting through the next rat

Save its own neck, snake consuming snake

Danger culminates

Gnawing at the bone, hopeful for its marrow

A thousand rats crowded at my back

Jealous and left with a hungry taste in malnourished mouths

Everyone is hungry

We watch our peers, just to see when they fail;

a vulture whose habits can’t

have it

We watch our peers, just to see when they fail, a vulture whose habits won’t

have it

Failure!

Pressure stacks against a city of camels and bricks

Whether I like it or not, I am alone in this

Live with the dead and decaying, I rot as they rot

A viral plague of toxic nostrils, breathe out your violence

Pressure stacks against this city of camels and bricks

Breathe out your toxic nostrils;

breathe out your violence

Muzzle covered in intangible filth, instant guilt

A status so emotional

Evolved, single only interested in

My stomach filled and lungs are full of smoke

Muzzle covered in filth, insistent guilt

A pistol lays before me and I am broke

Just another Cannibal

Gnawing at the bone

Clawed and scratched their way, biting through the next rat

Save its own neck, snake consuming snake

Danger culminates in them doing business with another

Loss of self-awareness, no sense of warm blood

Clawed and scratched their way, biting through the next rat

Save its own neck, snake consuming snake, danger culminates