Like a Train Through a Pigeon

Avarice and stubbornness
Converge into stupidity
In two we have begotten
Begotten our desserts and transform
As we become food for
For the earth and for the rats
I never forget a face
And this time, I’m taking names
This time, I’m…
Screech and pop of this hollow, this hollow shell
Would have provided escape for the fortunate
The fortunate I am not
As I have lived for hours
Dying image, innards are ripped
And picked away at by my «comrades»
Literally and figuratively
The teeth goes through the tongue
I am willing to die
For my share, I have died
For my share, I have died
If I wake before I die
There’ll be hell to pay
But for my share, I’m left in half
So I guess I’m fucked
Screech and pop of this hollow, this hollow shell
Would have provided escape for the fortunate
There were never signs of slowing down
As it ripped right through me
If I could just die before my children eat me
Literally and figuratively
The teeth go through the tongue
Am I dying or just waking up? Am I dying or…
Am I dying or just waking up?
I’m in half, am I dying or just waking up?
Mass killing spree
If we all could just die
Before our children eat us
Like a train through a pigeon
Now I’m filled with empathy
Like a train through a pigeon
Now I’m filled with empathy
If we all could just die
Before our children eat us
A failure to move will result in your
(A failure to move will result in your…)
In your, in your, in your, in your
(Death)