this is a curse
the flies are out for their feast of s**t
cant hardly see with the swarm so thick
how can I love
anything and everything in a world so quick to p**s all over
another's plate? how can I sleep? when did their blood pump through my
tank
and burn the sky? its in my lungs as I slowly die away
but I cant stand here any longer and clench my fists or grit my
teeth
when I feel all of my insides, I want to cry and scream
no truth
no rights
no life
no light
theres no
light, this is a curse
I beat my fist to the bone
