Soil, a great amount of soul
Buried, a great weight on top of the foal
Degenerated, l become one with the flies inside of her corpse
I feel the filth like a cloak
I am feeling better than before
I bathe in the stench and rot
I must cleanse myself, rock steady and steadfast from here to evermore
I thought more of myself in this place but it's proven to be nothing
I see the maggots in the eyes
"You are no better than I
And I no better than you
We both feast on what's decomposing
And I have no jurisdiction "
Together we are nothing
Separate we are less
We're gathering in something
A made-up, gored-out mess
Together we become nothing
Separate we feast on flesh
We are the bottom of the food chain
Are you friend or foe?
We are the bottom of the food chain
Are you friend or foe?