Ripping at the seams Swelling up with waste, and all of the unclean Choking greed Apt to replicate unsanitary beings We are the leech, the cruelest of teeth There's no more to eat, but we continue to feed Through the veins Sloughing off the dead and rotting, useless things The end's at hand somehow… Powerless to stop it now… Does it even strike you? Will you let it bring you to your knees? Has it hit you? So telling… that is what it means Medicate this plague Destroy the parasites with wind and with disease Press delete With flame and skies and seas, to equalize this breech We are the blight, the fleeting goodbye There's no more to take, but we continue to try Fight in vain Flex with all your might, in sheer futility Dig them out Wash them out Burn them out Cut them out That's what it means… That's what it means…