Fit For An Autopsy - Savages

All hail empty humanity.

The end will be ravenous, for starved hearts are ripe.
Through the eyes of the vulture, the savages will dine.
We are, we are all savages.
We are, we are sworn savages.
We are, we are all savages in time.

Absolute atrocity.
The perverted perception of reality.
Rug sweepers conceal insanity.
Street cleaners bury the bodies.
You can’t fucking stomach it.
Pig stuffed and drunk on self-entitlement.
The conscience is torn into parodies.
All hail empty humanity.

Let that sink into your fucking skull.
It burns a hole in the hollow soul.
Beggars, dark passengers.
No heroes, no lovers, all ghosts to one another.
It takes its toll.

The end will be ravenous, for starved hearts are ripe.
Through the eyes of the vulture, the savages will dine.
We are, we are all savages.
We are, we are sworn savages.
We are, we are all savages in time.

Absolute hypocrisy.
The social construct siphons the soul from the body.
Gate keepers, buffoon supremacy.
Meat cleavers in the hands of the enemy.
You can’t fucking stomach it.
Pig stuffed and drunk on self-entitlement.
The conscience is torn into parodies.
All hail empty humanity.

Can you feel the venom in the skin, dying inside.
Suck it back out spit it back in, keep it alive.
Cave in the vultures will win, fuck it I tried.
The great feast for the last self-suicide.

Eat your fill.
No desire but to starve the kill.
It burns a hole in the hollow soul.
You fucking gluttons, let that sink into your fucking skull.

Beggars, dark passengers.
No heroes, no lovers, all ghosts to one another.
It takes its toll.

Written by:
Will Putney

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