Regression

Apathetic, detatched as my product leaks through
Rotting veins
Endlessly a victim
As you close your swollen eyes to my face
Peddling lust and tragedy, i am the cancer in your brain
Disgarded by the rats, now i've found my purpose selling decay

Internal compression, external regression

The choking stench of death lies over the air
Clouds of malice, thick with despair
Wholesale destruction, intended for human consumption

Turn my back on the world