Deafening

We hunt, or starve
Our bodies built to harm
Insect, machine
Or virus gone too far
Deny our trait
Contempt the body state
This life, we hate
Poison and violate

Blood dances on the blade
Plays upon my razor's hate
Blind light sing for the fakes
It's deafening to hear you break

The light, the taste
And your pretty breath
The void, the cage
Animalistic race
Feign death, what's worse
One true god in reverse
Ourselves, we hail
I guess we'll rot in hell

The monster craves the light
We covet vermin's kind

By Aiakos Barada Nikto



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Daniel Crane, Ben Lee Bulig
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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