Avarice and stubbornness - converge into stupidity.
In two we have begotten our desserts and transform.
As we become food for the earth and for the rats.
I never forget a face and this time I´m taking names - this time I´m...
Screech and pop of this hollow shell would have provided escape for the
fortunate.
The fortunate I am not, as I have lived for hours.
My dying image, my innards are ripped
and picked away by my "comrades" literally and figuratively,
the teeth goes through the tongue.
I am willing to die for my fair share and for my share I have died.
If I wake before I die, there´ll be hell to pay.
But for my share, I´m left in half, so I guess I´m fucked.
Screech and pop of this hollow shell would have provided escape for the
fortunate.
There were never signs of slowing down as it ripped right through me.
If I could just die before my children eat me,
literally and figuratively,
the teeth go through the tongue.
Am I dying or just waking up?
Am I dying or just waking up?
I´m in half. Mass Killing Spree.
If we all could just die before our children eat us.
Like a train through a pigeon.
I´m now filled with empathy.
If we all could just die before our children eat us.
A failure to move will result in your death.