The Jackyl

Just like a curse

A walking plague of gluttony

Ripping through the stomachs of the needless greedy

The rotting apple that we consume every day

The decomposing flesh that serves as armor for the hungry

We are ravenous

Starving for tragedy

We are war and peace

We are self destruction

We are life and death

We are suicide

No one gets out alive

You are nothing but an empty, wasted life

You'll never fucking make it out alive

Prisoners to our pathetic lives

Existing only as guiltless parasites

Dead man walking in desperation

Waiting for a change

Begging for the end

While you make your peace with God

I wage war with the rest of the world