| Give the sacrifice to the flies | |
| The one who burns | |
| Feeding me and feed the crowd | |
| That’s our tomb of cold and rotting wombs | |
| That’s your network when at work | |
| When at work | |
| Life is void of body language | |
| Instinct must consume you, it must confuse | |
| That’s our tomb of cold and rotting wombs | |
| That’s our network when at work | |
| When at work | |
| Clawed and scratched their way, biting through the next rat | |
| Save its own neck, snake consuming snake | |
| Danger culminates in them doing business with another | |
| Loss of self-awareness, no sense of warm blood | |
| To feel a conscience at all | |
| Clawed and scratched their way, biting through the next rat | |
| Save its own neck, snake consuming snake | |
| Danger culminates | |
| Gnawing at the bone, hopeful for its marrow | |
| A thousand rats crowded at my back | |
| Jealous and left with a hungry taste in malnourished mouths | |
| Everyone is hungry | |
| We watch our peers, just to see when they fail; a vulture whose habits can’t have it | |
| We watch our peers, just to see when they fail, a vulture whose habits won’t have it | |
| Failure! | |
| Pressure stacks against a city of camels and bricks | |
| Whether I like it or not, I am alone in this | |
| Live with the dead and decaying, I rot as they rot | |
| A viral plague of toxic nostrils, breathe out your violence | |
| Pressure stacks against this city of camels and bricks | |
| Breathe out your toxic nostrils; breathe out your violence | |
| Muzzle covered in intangible filth, instant guilt | |
| A status so emotional | |
| Evolved, single only interested in | |
| My stomach filled and lungs are full of smoke | |
| Muzzle covered in filth, insistent guilt | |
| A pistol lays before me and I am broke | |
| Just another Cannibal | |
| Gnawing at the bone | |
| Clawed and scratched their way, biting through the next rat | |
| Save its own neck, snake consuming snake | |
| Danger culminates in them doing business with another | |
| Loss of self-awareness, no sense of warm blood | |
| Clawed and scratched their way, biting through the next rat | |
| Save its own neck, snake consuming snake, danger culminates |
| Give the sacrifice to the flies | |
| The one who burns | |
| Feeding me and feed the crowd | |
| That' s our tomb of cold and rotting wombs | |
| That' s your network when at work | |
| When at work | |
| Life is void of body language | |
| Instinct must consume you, it must confuse | |
| That' s our tomb of cold and rotting wombs | |
| That' s our network when at work | |
| When at work | |
| Clawed and scratched their way, biting through the next rat | |
| Save its own neck, snake consuming snake | |
| Danger culminates in them doing business with another | |
| Loss of selfawareness, no sense of warm blood | |
| To feel a conscience at all | |
| Clawed and scratched their way, biting through the next rat | |
| Save its own neck, snake consuming snake | |
| Danger culminates | |
| Gnawing at the bone, hopeful for its marrow | |
| A thousand rats crowded at my back | |
| Jealous and left with a hungry taste in malnourished mouths | |
| Everyone is hungry | |
| We watch our peers, just to see when they fail a vulture whose habits can' t have it | |
| We watch our peers, just to see when they fail, a vulture whose habits won' t have it | |
| Failure! | |
| Pressure stacks against a city of camels and bricks | |
| Whether I like it or not, I am alone in this | |
| Live with the dead and decaying, I rot as they rot | |
| A viral plague of toxic nostrils, breathe out your violence | |
| Pressure stacks against this city of camels and bricks | |
| Breathe out your toxic nostrils breathe out your violence | |
| Muzzle covered in intangible filth, instant guilt | |
| A status so emotional | |
| Evolved, single only interested in | |
| My stomach filled and lungs are full of smoke | |
| Muzzle covered in filth, insistent guilt | |
| A pistol lays before me and I am broke | |
| Just another Cannibal | |
| Gnawing at the bone | |
| Clawed and scratched their way, biting through the next rat | |
| Save its own neck, snake consuming snake | |
| Danger culminates in them doing business with another | |
| Loss of selfawareness, no sense of warm blood | |
| Clawed and scratched their way, biting through the next rat | |
| Save its own neck, snake consuming snake, danger culminates |
| Give the sacrifice to the flies | |
| The one who burns | |
| Feeding me and feed the crowd | |
| That' s our tomb of cold and rotting wombs | |
| That' s your network when at work | |
| When at work | |
| Life is void of body language | |
| Instinct must consume you, it must confuse | |
| That' s our tomb of cold and rotting wombs | |
| That' s our network when at work | |
| When at work | |
| Clawed and scratched their way, biting through the next rat | |
| Save its own neck, snake consuming snake | |
| Danger culminates in them doing business with another | |
| Loss of selfawareness, no sense of warm blood | |
| To feel a conscience at all | |
| Clawed and scratched their way, biting through the next rat | |
| Save its own neck, snake consuming snake | |
| Danger culminates | |
| Gnawing at the bone, hopeful for its marrow | |
| A thousand rats crowded at my back | |
| Jealous and left with a hungry taste in malnourished mouths | |
| Everyone is hungry | |
| We watch our peers, just to see when they fail a vulture whose habits can' t have it | |
| We watch our peers, just to see when they fail, a vulture whose habits won' t have it | |
| Failure! | |
| Pressure stacks against a city of camels and bricks | |
| Whether I like it or not, I am alone in this | |
| Live with the dead and decaying, I rot as they rot | |
| A viral plague of toxic nostrils, breathe out your violence | |
| Pressure stacks against this city of camels and bricks | |
| Breathe out your toxic nostrils breathe out your violence | |
| Muzzle covered in intangible filth, instant guilt | |
| A status so emotional | |
| Evolved, single only interested in | |
| My stomach filled and lungs are full of smoke | |
| Muzzle covered in filth, insistent guilt | |
| A pistol lays before me and I am broke | |
| Just another Cannibal | |
| Gnawing at the bone | |
| Clawed and scratched their way, biting through the next rat | |
| Save its own neck, snake consuming snake | |
| Danger culminates in them doing business with another | |
| Loss of selfawareness, no sense of warm blood | |
| Clawed and scratched their way, biting through the next rat | |
| Save its own neck, snake consuming snake, danger culminates |
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