the jackyl
fit for an autopsy
a walking plague of gluttony
ripping through the stomachs of the needless greedy
the rotting apple that we consume every day
the decomposing flesh that serves as armor for the hungry
you are nothing but an empty
you'll never fucking make it out alive
prisoners to our pathetic lives
existing only as guiltless parasites
dead man walking in desperation
while you make your peace with god
i wage war with the rest of the world