Nothing To Nurture

The conception of greed bestowed on this saviorless earth

Possessed pre-birth, there is a sickness writhing inside of you

A lethal addiction to serving the system

Welcome a waste of space while we beg to survive

This birth is fucking useless

I'll shove it back inside you

What a fucking waste

I'll shove it back inside of you

No god could claim this work

This is the grime and dirt from human filth

Look at you squirm!

Just another grasping mouth

Shit bred and born

One birth closer to extinction

Autonomy unfolds

Eight billion hollow skulls

Breathing in each other's feces til glutton starves us all

Our lungs deflate

Larvae festers

What a fucking waste

Factory's finest birther

Blood soaked sheets, tangible doom

Rotted head holds maggots plenty

They bask in this bloody mess

Normal to pay a fortune

To rip yourself wide open

Stitched back up but once is never enough

A mother to murder

The bed and gown cost all that you're worth

Will you pay the price to add another to this earth?