His is a curse
The flies are out for their feast of sh*t
Can´t hardly see with the swarm so thick
How can I love anything and everything in a world so quick to p*ss all over anothers plate?
How can I sleep?
When did their blood pump through my tank and burn the sky?
It´s in my lungs as I slowly die away
But I can´t stand here any longer and clench my fists or grit my teeth
When I feel all of my insides, I want to cry and scream
No truth
No rights
No life
No light
There´s no light, this is a curse
I beat my fist to the bone