Consumption of Self

Some lyrics ive been working on for a song...

Follow the motions,
obey your daily functions,
programmed to disappoint,
mechanical creation,
break free!

Joints rusted over with apathy,
eat, drink, sleep and repeat.
eating yourself into a grave,
somatically synthetic slave.

Fall prey to the comfort of reclusion,
hide in shadows, eat your heart out,
disgustingly embracing seclusion,
prisoner of a barren house.

Where is your human spirit
to fight against enslavement?
To shun the shackles of gluttony,
to no longer be content.
Your portrait captured in the
heaping plate of food before you.
You are what you eat,
so ingest yourself you piece of meat.

How ironic it will be,
when your mouth is too swollen to swallow.
Your jaws too heavy to move,
to consume what you love.

When the time comes,
to stand before judgement,
how long will you stand before
your knees break beneath you?

Where is your human spirit
to fight against enslavement?
To shun the shackles of gluttony,
to no longer be content.
Your portrait captured in the
heaping plate of food before you.
You are what you eat,
so ingest yourself you piece of meat.

Top of the food chain,
doesnt mean you devour the whole thing.
Flesh bound counterparts of a black hole,
you gorge on every possible thing.

In the end confections turn sour,
overnourishment rots your life,
dying and dead in an hour,
you've swallowed an edible knife.



Ingest yourself...

Ingurgitate...