Ripping at the seams
Swelling up with waste, and all of the unclean
Choking greed
Apt to replicate unsanitary beings
We are the leech, the cruelest of teeth
There’s no more to eat, but we continue to feed
Through the veins
Sloughing off the dead and rotting, useless things
The end’s at hand somehow…
Powerless to stop it now…
Does it even strike you?
Will you let it bring you to your knees?
Has it hit you?
So telling… that is what it means
Medicate this plague
Destroy the parasites with wind and with disease
Press delete
With flame and skies and seas, to equalize this breech
We are the blight, the fleeting goodbye
There’s no more to take, but we continue to try
Fight in vain
Flex with all your might, in sheer futility
Dig them out
Wash them out
Burn them out
Cut them out
That’s what it means…
That’s what it means…