Sarcoma

Ingratiate
Set your sight upon the flood
Of mass production
And corruption

The traitor lives
The honest man, put to death
Buried under labored breath

Oh what a sight to behold
Crafting a throne of your own
Pillage the spawning land into exhaustion

Regurgitate what you're told
Sarcoma overexposed
You spread - you rot - you leech
The script’s corrupt

Given an inch you would harvest a mile
Blazing is the beacon of munition silos

Damn the eyes and open wide
Over the teeth and through the gums
Confess that you are no one, nothing

Prophet claims
Human counterfeit
Oh what a sight to watch a man
Become invertebrate

Covered in sores
A crown of shit
Lord knows you’ve done your share
Of pissing in the wishing well

Head underwater
Refuse to drown?
Your final hour
Yet you proudly wear your crown

Never a martyr
No holy vows
Barrel to mouth
You will finally bow down

Given an inch you would harvest a mile
Blazing is the beacon of munition silos

Damn the eyes and open wide
Over the teeth and through the gum
Confess that you are no one, nothing

Sentenced to burn

Damn the eyes and open wide
Over the teeth and through the gums
Confess that you are no one, nothing

Of use to no one
Of use to no one
Of use to nothing