Dropdead A Disease Called Man
We consume ourselves
Like a plague upon the Earth
Unaware that time
Of life is ready set
Feasting on the host
With endless appetite
Devotion to our greed
Drains the source of life
Feeding on the host
Like a noble parasite
There is dancer in the womb
A disease that is called man
Gorging on the blood
That feeds the pulse of life
Devotion to our greed
Drains the host of life
Feeding on the host
We are the parasite