Swarming in the streets.
Pulsing in the blood of late night locusts.
The sound of broken teeth and fingernails scraping on brick walls,
Piercing bones with worthless cures
In between the tremors
To subdue The necessity of living.
Only to return when the lights go out again.
Peel the skin back from my face.
Revel in the disease.
Drink from the rivers of rust.
Take shelter inside this house
Of overwhelming distress and disregard.
Hollow your soul with needles.
Pray for your own end.
While you wait for the pain to go away,
Everyone else is watching you fade away.
Losing faith in hope and sleeping in the waste.
Product of a decaying race.
Heir to the throne of sympathetic apathy.
Purveyor of post traumatic medicinal practices.
If there ever was an end in sight,
You would only find it
In an over dosage when you
Weren't even searching for it.
The roaches come when the lights go out.
The locusts feed when our time runs out.
Pulsing in the blood of late night locusts.
The sound of broken teeth and fingernails scraping on brick walls,
Piercing bones with worthless cures
In between the tremors
To subdue The necessity of living.
Only to return when the lights go out again.
Peel the skin back from my face.
Revel in the disease.
Drink from the rivers of rust.
Take shelter inside this house
Of overwhelming distress and disregard.
Hollow your soul with needles.
Pray for your own end.
While you wait for the pain to go away,
Everyone else is watching you fade away.
Losing faith in hope and sleeping in the waste.
Product of a decaying race.
Heir to the throne of sympathetic apathy.
Purveyor of post traumatic medicinal practices.
If there ever was an end in sight,
You would only find it
In an over dosage when you
Weren't even searching for it.
The roaches come when the lights go out.
The locusts feed when our time runs out.