Feast of Flies

Flesh is decaying on bones of the real,
Maggots are dining, it's my turn to feel.
Sugary residue left by the crying,
Chaos internal, there is no denying.
Gloom is corroding the rest of the mind,
Living dark entering, leaving us blind.


Swarm is approaching, the hum is in time,
This is the curtain call, finishing crime!
Swarm is approaching, erasing the lines,
You're in the center of twisted designs!

Припев
Feast of flies! Over open gashes!
Feast of flies! While the system crashes!
Buzzing is driving the sanity blind,
Absolute plague leaving nothing behind!
Feast of flies!




Wings are now fluttering over the dread,
No need for costumes, the ego is dead.
Truth in the rot that is hidden below,
Tear out your eyes, watch the emptiness grow.
Every new thought is a meal for the pack,
We bred our terrors, there's no turning back.


Grinding of teeth turns right into a glare!
This is the ending you dragged from the lair!
Grinding of teeth!
Hunger of the swarm!
No longer bound by the feeling or norm!



Припев
Feast of flies! Over open gashes!
Feast of flies! While the system crashes!
Buzzing is driving the sanity blind,
Absolute plague leaving nothing behind!
Feast of flies!


Feast...
Is over.


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