These Nights Of Plague Control The Hunger
Misery, fear, greed, pain,
Control the hunger
It lies before him waiting to be digested,
Withering, unable to be calm,
Man strikes it, he strikes it,
Slices the warmth.
Everything that he craves, oozes from it's shell.
Why, Must he ask?
Why, can't I take this away.
Knee deep in what he desires, we want it all but we destroy what we need,
Heart full of despair, we want it all but we destroy what we need,
Fist full of dust, we want it all but we destroy what we need,
A reminder to him, we want it all but we destroy what we need.
The past loves, the near ends,
All that remains at him feet,
Empty shell, lost verses in his life,
As the dreams slip between his fingers,
The lust for life does too,
Slain hopes, broken visions,
Why he asks, why must we butcher what we need?
Why must we butcher what we need?
And it replies, not through truths,
Through the slaughter around us.