Matricide

Too pathetic to yield
Our phlegmatic obsession
The forever ignorant swarm
Takes aim at the sun

Despite our omnipresent guilt
Without the slightest concession
We meet our mother in war
It has only just begun

Gluttonous hands pick
The meat from your bones
Filling our homes
With remnants of greed

Ravenous eyes watch
The warm crimson stream
Down to the last drop
For us you shall bleed

Bleed for us
Bleed, Feed us, beseech us
Stimulate, nourish
And don't ask us to reciprocate

Blindly pushing forward
Towards the imminent collapse
Relentless exploitation, in the face of
The days of her erupting wrath

Stepping over the edge
Obese and none the wiser

We're falling
We're burning
We're hailing for you

Now as we seek our way back into the womb
Surrounded by cold flesh
Barren and dead -
The victim of our murder has turned into our tomb

Gluttonous hands pick
Meat from your bones
Filling our homes
With remnants of greed

Ravenous eyes watch
The warm crimson stream
Down to the last drop
For us you shall bleed