Exhausted - Cursed Earth

Apathetic, detached as my product leaks through

Rotting veins

Endlessly a victim

As you close your swollen eyes to my face

Peddling lust and tragedy, I am the cancer in your brain

Disgarded by the rats, now I’ve found my purpose selling decay

Internal compression, external regression

The choking stench of death lies over the air

Clouds of malice, thick with despair

Wholesale destruction, intended for human consumption

Turn my back on the world