Oh, the black beady eyes
Pierce through like a spear to the Christ
Stalk silently, quiet, complete
By shaking blood from its hands to its feet
We all want a threshold defined
So much as to draw a straight line
But echoes of war weathered moans
Stalling our placement of thorns
Feed, every morsel
From every angle this seems so simple
Feast, without morals
Like ballistic irrational animals
Oh, the jealous that loathe
They empty out like a biased stone
Contagious and heavy they reap
The same scene of savage monotony
Sustain the nature in our veins
Survive, this dream was had by many
This dream was had by many
The same scene of savage monotony
The further we go, the further we go
It won't seem to let go
Cause every time we escape this machine comes back
We feed, every morsel
From every angle this seems so simple
Feast, without morals
Like ballistic irrational animals
We are the end, to fall through the cracks
We are ill fated
Say farewell
