Fit For An Autopsy
The Jackyl
Just like a curseA walking plague of gluttonyRipping through the stomachs of the needless greedyThe rotting apple that we consume every dayThe decomposing flesh that serves as armor for the hungryWe are ravenousStarving for tragedyWe are war and peaceWe are self destructionWe are life and deathWe are suicideNo one gets out aliveYou are nothing but an empty, wasted lifeYoull never fucking make it out alivePrisoners to our pathetic livesExisting only as guiltless parasitesDead man walking in desperationWaiting for a changeBegging for the endWhile you make your peace with GodI wage war with the rest of the world
From Letras Mania