Through times of shallow beliefs
You spiral down
I spit upon your mediocrity
You nourish contempt
A diminished mind
You are but a shadow of fools
I harvest thee
And i reap your ignorance
Dethroned by grief
Your pain and the stains of fever
Are stillborn maggots
Dethroned
Festering through
The eyes of infection
Impaled
Serenading the d**h
Of a nation
Serenading the abyss of
Infestation
Celebrating the turmoil forlorn
Through times of shallow beliefs
You spiral down
I spit upon your mediocrity
You nourish contempt
A diminished mind
You are but a shadow of fools
I harvest thee
And i reap your ignorance
Dethroned by grief
Your pain and the stains of fever
Are stillborn maggots