Lyrics
[Intro] (Low, echoing electronic drone. A single acoustic guitar slowly plucks a melancholic melody.) [Verse 1] What paths are set, when roads are thinned? In a confined periphery, the eye screaming "The I" what knowledge is gained, when hunger bites in? A malnourished milky way, roars from the belly of the sky [verse 2] An empty intestine seeks out a prey The enraged huntdown, to numb the mind The defiant mind eats out from the inside Struggle for existence, join the grind. [dark solo] (The music swells, heavy drums enter) For what to hunt, when the body is armed with self-harm modules, on a friendly fire unwanted thoughts, broods a tumor The endocrine sweats out a dark ulcer [verse 3] ranks of drones, their parasite spreads feeding on the body that created Us We then let the empty funeral barbeque burn And watch the cells of the living pass [ verse 4] trapped in a boneyard, this plagued out self Temperatures drop, as the body bleeds We strike the very flesh, that holds us near Wine and drink, to reckon the deeds [Bridge] "Time to move on." His jaded body turns Let me rest, by your side For I have grown far too cold [Outro] ( vocals fade, haunting whisper) The Last author... Of a cold-blooded suicide. [End]