Murder minded,
Stomach turned into
A cemetery,
Intestinal tract is
Where they’re all
Fucking buried,
The mere thought of
Giving it up, to you,
Seems so fucking scary!
Your appetite is
Built upon genocide,
Lacking any discipline; just
Consume whether it’s grilled or fried,
Not brave to consider the families
Rotting away inside of your gut,
And you scowl at this mention,
Too neck-deep in the mud to
Give a fuck!
Walking graveyard
Sustained by death,
To live you must steal
All of their breaths,
How you salivate at the
Blood on your plate,
More and more is all you crave,
Needing constant murder to satiate!
Don’t preach shit to me
About liberty,
Yammering about oppression
When you demand that
They shouldn’t be free,
I don’t wish to hear it,
Excuse after excuse,
Championing control,
Perpetuator of woe,
Enjoying the abuse!
Such a fucking man…
Look at all that crimson on your hands…
