The New Hitmakers: How Social Media Is Rewriting The Rules Of Music Discovery
Chris Page - 05 Jun 2026
Pungent Stench Only Hunger Remains
Lifeless they are prowling Dark deserted streets Raw are their faces close is their sense of smell Shadows of the past life Marked their facial expressions Forgotten are emotions And only hunger remains Silent they are reeling Bodies cold like ice Lost in a dream Bones wrapped out in proud flesh Aesthetic is the play Of their uncovered sinews Breed of the demised Signs of transistoriness Deep inside Maggots and gruels have their nests Guts can be The home for a worm-family They can't remember The names they had once Besides after death Names have no consequence They won't recognise Parents, children and friends memories are extinguished And only hunger remains Mouldy are their incisors Appearance are deceptive They're able to crunch a thighbone It seems that they don't know compassion Because they would even assault A 3 years old girl in a wheelchair Eager for booty and foaming They rush at everything that moves Believe me their greed knows no bounds One bite of them is enough And you will become one of them You would lose your human nature And only hunger remains
