Avarice and stubbornness - converge into stupidity.
In two we have begotten our desserts and transform.
As we become food for the earth and for the rats.

I never forget a face and this time I'm taking names - this time I'm...
Screech and pop of this hollow shell would have provided escape for the fortunate.
The fortunate I am not, as I have lived for hours.

My dying image, my innards are ripped
And picked away by my "comrades" literally and figuratively,
The teeth goes through the tongue.

I am willing to die for my fair share and for my share I have died.
If I wake before I die, there'll be hell to pay.
But for my share, I'm left in half, so I guess I'm $#&@ed.

Screech and pop of this hollow shell would have provided escape for the fortunate.
There were never signs of slowing down as it ripped right through me.
If I could just die before my children eat me,

Literally and figuratively,
The teeth go through the tongue.
Am I dying or just waking up?

Am I dyign or just waking up?
I'm in half. Mass Killing Spree.
If we all could just die before our children eat us.

Like a train through a pigeon.
I'm now filled with empathy.
If we all could just die before our children eat us.

A failure to move will result in your death.