The Filth by Pulpit Vomit

The filth crawls relentless
climbing over skin and bone
seeping into the cracks of our hearts
until we become the dirt
we tread upon

But somewhere beyond this decay
a whisper—small and burning—
calls from the void
a voice of old
a hand unseen reaching

The ground is caked in rot
a festering skin beneath our feet
Broken and weary, the earth groans
its pulse thick with blood and rust

The filth crawls relentless
climbing over skin and bone
seeping into the cracks of our hearts
until we become the dirt
we tread upon

But somewhere beyond this decay
a whisper—small and burning—
calls from the void
a voice of old
a hand unseen reaching

• Metal
• deathgrind
• grindcore
• Monterey