The Locust (Feat. Marc Lambert) - text
Swarming in the streets.
Pulsing in the blood of late night locusts.
The sound of broken teeth and fingernails
Scraping on brick walls,
Piercing bones with worthless cures.
In between the tremors.
To subdue the necessity of living,
Only to return when the lights go out again.
Peel the skin back from my face.
Revel in the disease.
Drink from the rivers of rust.
Take shelter inside this house of overwhelming
Distress and disregard.
Hollow your soul with needles.
Pray for your own end.
While you wait for the pain to go away,
Every one else is watching you fade away.
Losing faith in hope and sleeping in the waste.
Product of a decaying race.
Heir to the throne of sympathetic apathy.
Purveyor of post traumatic medicinal practices.
If there ever was an end in sight,
You would only find it in an over dosage when you
Weren't even searching for it.
The roaches come when the lights go out.
The locusts feed when our time runs out.
The Process of Human Extermination
- The Conqueror
- The Colonist (ft. Ray Maz..
- The Desecrator (ft. Tim W..
- The Juggernaut
- The Wolf (ft. Guy Kozowyk..
- The Consumer (ft. Travis ..
- The Locust (Feat. Marc La..
- The False Prophet
- The Jackal
- The Executioner