Lyrics Fit For An Autopsy

Fit For An Autopsy

The Consumer

A desecration, a wasteland, a gluttons paradise. A world infected, a

Breed emaciated, a disgusting way of living life. Ingested genetic

Pollution. Bleed the well dry pulsing through the arteries. Corroded

Swollen veins. Wallow in the swill of the storm drain runoff, born

Blistered and sterilized. Bloated chemical backslide, already drowning

In the acid of the afterbirth. The wheels are turning in the wrong

Direction. The greatest of consumers. The sow of the masses. Unholy

Leaders of immoral sacrifice. Foreseeable panic. Devastation and

Havoc. Pig and man as one the butchers block. A desecration, a

Wasteland, a gluttons paradise. A desecration, a wasteland, a gluttons

Paradise. A world infected, a breed emaciated, a disgusting way of

Living life. Ingested genetic pollution. Bleed the well dry, narrow

Corridors, slowly shrinking. Close the doors, the floor is sinking.

The once proud face of man, embraced by hooks hung from the ceiling.

House of swine. Kingdom of dirt. Feed the flies, gorging on the sewage

Of the Earth. Nothing but a smear on a timeline. A shred of nothing,

Nothing. House of swine. Kingdom of dirt. Feed the flies, gorging on

The sewage of the Earth. Shells of men, polluted worms. Spineless

Hosts. Bones left to burn. House of swine. Kingdom of dirt. Feed the

Flies, gorging on the sewage of the Earth.