The Famine

Traveling by stumps through the dirt at last new limbs are approved
Metallic and perfectly engineered
It was worth having them removed This new hand it does not wave
If it did you would wake up/fall down plenty
I can't believe they are mine
I stand corrected, erected, awaiting
Command

Look after that it's the last of the water supply
They are washing their dirty hands

You will not glow again
I will guard you from the life force
You don't need those lips anyway so say goodbye
Look at the time
I cannot grip
I can't hold on
Much longer
Some people won that game
They celebrate their victory
The same amount of people lost
This substitute for war they call sport
But you're still keeping the ritual alive

Look after that it's the last of the water supply
They are washing their dirty hands

You will not glow again
I will guard you from the life force

If it wasn't a ball it would be a human skull and your feet would be the famine



Credits
Writer(s): David Seaman
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