Famine Weaponized from Famine Weaponized by Moonchapel

We used to be creatures worth taking seriously
Now our existence yawns in passive extinction
We cut our own throats to feed the dead
A relationship of convenience and stoicism

Part animal, all parasite
All bark and no bite
Selfish and stingy is your existence
Struggling with our lack of significance

In front of you everyday, stare
Though your eyes don't detect
Your emptiness thrives on what you can't see
And only your ignorance do you hide and protect

They, who swallow their own tongues
Choking on their own words, ideas
To the ground on all fours we fall
Forever sucking the dust of rotten maw

• Metal
• Necros Christos
• Nyogthaeblisz
• Teitanblood
• Von
• old Beherit
• Westminster