Descending down this spiraling mountain of lives in line to end
Claw to the throne and return to your own
Whats left to find has run its course all blind
These boars now barrows
Ravaging, pillaging the only theft to skinless men
A callous mind for these prosthetic times
Comfort in faceless gore
A tasteless tastebud whore
Relenting to covenants of gastronomical pardon
You draw the life out of everything you lay your hands on