Burning Heaps of Rancid Carrion Litter the Fields of Iowa

Smoke on the rise, death of the wise
Soon we'll be burning as part of them
Piles of eyes, the swarming of flies
Immerse yourself in the effluvium
Thousands of cries, approaching demise
Severed limbs caked in alluvium
The human race tries, but man is despised
A sanguine covered pedilluvium

Burning heaps of rancid carrion
Litter the fields of Iowa
The poor man seeks for which he sows
But all he can do is try-owa
The cause of the gore, an eternal war
Snuffs out all those who can cry-owa
Fiending for answers, I rip out the cancer
For final life belongs to I-owa

Burning heaps, burning heaps
Dying in the streets
Burning heaps, burning heaps
Covered in ticks and fleas
Burning heaps, burning heaps
Bloody heads spiked on trees
Burning heaps, burning heaps
Nobody hears their pleas



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Asklof, Everett Bovine, Oliver Booth, Walter Swanson
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