Crawling around and buzzing inside
There’s nothing but filth, by design
Drill a hole in my skull
Drain all the loud thoughts out
Don’t stop ‘till I’m gone
Maggots feed on my doubts
What is left? What is left?
The carcass cannot decide
What a waste, what a waste
This life was not my design
Rotting on display
Crushed up under the weight
Seemed to have been misplaced
Trapped and petrified
Parasite
It takes and takes ‘till there's nothing left
Parasite
No defense against cordyceps
Parasite
I hear its voice beg you not to go
Parasite
Wish I was strong enough to die alone
Past the point of no return
The whites turn to murky gray
Walking dead start to burn
Wicked intentions they cannot stay
I am gone! I am gone!
Everyone is listening
Survived by the misery
I’ve sunk way too deep
These thoughts, they make me weak
I’m past the point of no return
And admit defeat