Flies

You deserve to suffer in guilt
End your misery until you're no more
After dishonouring everything

Take everything from my own life
Suffering from strife
You're derived from absolute dirt
Absolute dirt

Sit on your throne of foulness
Now and forever
Break me down to cellular levels

See now I'd rather fucking die than live like you
Infection levels rising
Everything is writhing in this putrid filth

They'll fly away until nothing is left
They will destroy everything in their path
(Place this noose around my neck and fly away)

And I'm still aching
There's no greater loss that we will endure
There's no refunds on life

I'm still aching, I can't scratch this itch
Losing my mind
I don't know where to begin to decomposing from within
This aging body is about to break
This aging body is no longer mine

Putrid defilement corrupting our souls
This impurity, I can't take this anymore

Give me reason to exist
We don't need you to survive
Place this noose around my neck
Place this noose around my neck and fly away



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Worgan, Thom Gardner
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