Infecting the masses
Spreading like wildfire amongst a field of chaparral
Effected like rabid dogs, they'll lurch their way upon you
With an endless appentence of holocaust.
Oh no! They've gotten me by the fetch.
Ah! They're feasting on my flesh.
These that should lay in their graves
Nevermore shall they ever remain
Only to walk the Earth enslaved
By their pruriency to gorge upon brains
Now the malignant gnaws through corporal exterior
Siphoning every ounce of life from within
Putrefying it's source of humanity
Bastardizing it into one of them
I, the poor soul that was mutated into one of them
Unaware of consciousness and dead-set on feeding
YOUR BRAINS: the most vital thing that defines you beings;
soon to be my ever so unfulfilling tasty treat
Then, truly then, you'll discover our veracious intent
but by then you'll be veiled by the TRANSMOGRIFICATION
Make haste and find solitude fast
For all we know salvation could be within our grasp.
Oh no! We've gotten you by the fetch
Ha! We're feasting on your flesh.
These that should lay in their graves
Nevermore shall they ever remain
Only to walk the Earth enslaved
By their pruriency to gorge upon brains
This wild 35-track all-metal benefit album features Mare Cognitum, Panopticon, and more reinventing songs by Tori Amos & others. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 3, 2020