Circle Of Dead Children - Host(Age) lyrics

Swell and swallow Licked by gray tongues of insatiable and greedy wolves There is no famine, no drought, nor dearth Many lifetimes away from sincerity, from commitment, from honesty And yet the wolves still feed and fatten us for abolishment Covet the seeping fumes as all skull content ferments Look yourself in the eye and s** it in s** it in, s** it in Spit it out into the green gra**es while they still remain that way Bloodied blemishes in the comatose Earth where your cancer abandoned its host Rest and ferment, Three degrees from a zombie A trillion thoughts from a solution All I can seem to do is sleep and dream of a world in technicolor-green No better than a limbless blind man More useless than a ball-gagged scream Indefinite journeys toward a revolution that will char the soils back to tranquility Until then its hosts will be held hostage