by Nick Gisburne
You see a body in the street
Begin to drag it by the feet
When it’s the only food you’ll ever find to eat
But then you’re looking at the head
Is this a setup? Is he dead?
And if he’s breathing can you finish him instead?
And so you’re pulling out the steel
To try to make this fucker feel
That now the end of it, the death of it, is real
You take a second for the kill
And take another for the thrill
But then you wonder if you can, and if you will
They tell you discipline is king
But when you murder here’s the thing
Nobody warns you what depravity will bring
Another victim, passing through
Before the end of all you knew
He had a focus and a future, just like you
But when you leave him here to die
Before you turn away to cry
You see a maniac who looks you in the eye
Another scavenger to fight?
A strange illusion of the light?
Starvation tampers with the centre of your sight
You punch the window, break a bone
And see the foul reflection groan
The sole survivor, you are standing here alone
The body, just a piece of wood
Would mock your madness if it could
And try to tell you what you never understood
That there was never any meat
That there is nothing left to eat
And with your final breath the story is complete
Lyrics by Nick Gisburne
Music and vocals created by Suno
