Lyrics The Locust - Fit For An Autopsy

The Locust

Swarming in the streets.
Pulsing in the blood of late night locusts
The sound of broken teeth and fingernails scraping on brick walls
Piercing bones with worthless cures.
In between the tremors.
To subdue
The necessity of living, only to return when the lights go out again
Peel the skin back from my face.
Revel in the disease.
Drink from the
Rivers of rust.
Take shelter inside this house of overwhelming
Distress and disregard.
Hollow your soul with needles.
Pray for your
Own end.
While you wait for the pain to go away, every one else is
Watching you fade away.
Losing faith in hope and sleeping in the
Waste.
Product of a decaying race.
Heir to the throne of sympathetic
Apathy.
Purveyor of post traumatic medicinal practices.
If there ever
Was an end in sight, you would only find it in an over dosage when you
Weren’t even searching for it.
The roaches come when the lights go
Out.
The locusts feed when our time runs out