Bridal Procession Flesh To Flesh
We pace the streets strewn over by decaying carcasses
The pavement is covered in bile and blood
Mirroring the monsters we became
Humans succumbed to their vilest need
The odious smell of drying entrails and defecations
Annihilated our perception of any form of morality
We writhe, we, writhe in agony
We'll never get used to our heinous survival
We, the final casualties of an absolute failure
Drenched in destruction from day one
All we have left is patience
All we have left is muck
We are the final generation of a disfigured world
Rivers,
Engorged by viscera and human rests
We're left to consume whoevers left,
Earth boiling,
Vapors consuming the weak
When will this all end?
When will, this all end?
Maggots awaiting their final batch of corpses
Resistance is useless
Dame nature will leave no trace
Maggots awaiting their final batch of corpses
Dame nature will leave no trace
All we have left is patience
All we have left is muck
We, the final casualties of an absolute failure
All we have left, is patience, is muck.
We, the final casualties of an absolute failure.
