The cold chill running up into the cortex,
My eyes turn black with the hunger for flesh,
I wander around broken and aimless, smelling of death,
A lifeless cadaver, needing nourishment.
We soothe to no end a hunger that will not subside,
The animalistic impulse that keeps us alive.
The sounds of prey, fighting for life,
Bring me to find the soon to be pile of rotting stench.
Satisfaction has temporarily come over me,
And once it’s gone I move on towards another feed.
We are the foul infestation, we are resilient,
Soon as I bite my children live on, living as death incarnate.
We were conceived as a plague,
A cataclysmic device.
You will tremble in agoraphobic fear,
For the outside will become a place unwelcome to your kind.
We are the dominant species.
You do not have a choice,
I’ll come from the shadows to tear your apart.
We are the dominant species.
You do not have a choice.
You will become a feast, toss the scraps to the dogs
We are the dominant species.
Species.
We are the foul infestation, we are resilient,
Soon as I bite my children live on, living as death incarnate.
We were conceived as a plague,
Cataclysmic device.
With every passing moment my kind grows strong,
We only serve our primal instinct,
We’ve set your eyes upon you.
We are the dominant species.
We are the dominant species.