Flesh Flies

Flesh Flies Eat all my kind Flesh Flies Humanity's last rind Flesh Flies Eat all my kind Flesh Flies This vermin resides in us all The organs desgastation ending all my vital functions The body's breakdown, ending up for their degustation Flies come out from my mouth, the sound is disturbing, the feeling is astounding Devourer, destructive My organs are made of sand now There is no place for flesh in my body All that will remain Is the echo of silence Deafening My face melts as I unveil the truth We are worthless, we are meaningless Just a bunch of rotting meat since the day we start growing Our lives are nothing more but the value we put in them We exist just to become A hollow cage The final day is coming My life is about to end here Flies are seeking for my soul This hollowness is growing inside Now I seek for eternal sleep Flies have usurped everything in me Sorrowness, emptiness, nothingness Soon I'll be erased from this world Sorrowness, emptiness, nothingness I belong to the flies This is why we exist To nurture the machine