Lyrics The Acacia Strain

The Acacia Strain

Feed A Pigeon Breed A Rat

It feels like hell

Breeding Rats

Breeding Rats

Breeding Rats

Breeding Rats

The whole planet is crawling

We have cut off our food supply

Teeming with vermin and blight

A mindless hive

While you all self medicate

You live to contaminate

Our only option is to terminate

Before you continue to pollinate

They trample the weak

The lifeline is bleak

Obsolete

Diseased

Deceased

Breeding Rats

Breeding Rats

Breeding Rats

Breeding Rats

It feels like hell

It feels like hell

It feels like hell

It feels like hell

It feels like hell

It feels like hell