Our Strange Progression

Empty bellied gods, unsatisfied man,
Though we devour one another we can never stomach ourselves.
Oh hollow beast, human discord rings out hanging in suspense.
How can we resolve such a flawed progression?
Lonely gods and mirthless men,
Oh how we glut and we kill,
With the hope that something will fill this hollowness inside
Oh gutted beast, human discord rings out.
How can we resolve such a flawed progression?
Oh such rage such rage, consumptive and blinding
I am forced to smolder it like an abandoned coal
Hollow beast human discord rings out and there may be no resolve to our strange
progression.