Sarcoma

Fuck

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 gums

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