drifted straight and wide open
upon these dead and wasted praires.
collecting and sinning like pesticides
roaming and staring toward the dairies.
they're going to sour our prides
they're going to hunt down our insides.
who are they and what will they do?
the deciding factor is in all that is truth.
vomit and sickness is the aftermath
the street sweepers have no remorse.
they simply burn the bodies
then they make away with the corpse.
the dungeons are filling up with matted souls
and the basements are a dreary invasion.
the disfunction of mankind is not the reality
but the intereference of happiness is our illusion.