Fit For An Autopsy - The Jackal lyrics

Just like a curse A walking plague of gluttony Ripping through the stomachs of the needless greedy The rotting apple that we consume every day The decomposing flesh that serves as armor for the hungry We are ravenous Starving for tragedy We are war and peace We are self destruction We are life and d**h We are suicide No one gets out alive You are nothing but an empty, wasted life Youll never f**ing make it out alive Prisoners to our pathetic lives Existing only as guiltless parasites Dead man walking in desperation Waiting for a change Begging for the end While you make your peace with God I wage war with the rest of the world