
Date of issue: 23.05.2019
Song language: English
Human Bot-Fly |
Lost in the jungle deep emerald abyss separated untold miles from |
The world civilized |
Strangling undergrowth… this climate offers no hope |
Awash in the filth crusted mud and foul excreted waste scabs form a rash |
Vital nourishment depleting |
Torrid blistering heat demented psyche crumbling fast |
Stench fetid from infected wounds rancid gangrene growth rich with sickness |
Now exudes |
As you run with mucous fever festooning you with boils nauseous gorge |
Explodes ejecting gastric anal vomit |
Sprawled on the ground in horror and exhaustion the whole of you |
Skin now a |
Scabrious inflammated wound |
Something has your scent a hunger stirs primordial |
Crazed with the fever sleep consciousness a cruel foe consumed by pathogenic |
Sick hallucinations |
Now you shake with fear awakened by the wings of doom |
Vile larvae the afflicting plague as affixed to the wretched anopolae by |
Ingenious parasites |
Dermatobia hominis is now clinging to your skin forced to hatch your body |
Heat their cue to penetrate |
Mouth ringed with teeth hooked into your meat barbed several rows |
It seems they’re here to stay |
Wriggling deeper still itching horrid thrill if you try to pull them out |
They’ll die and rot inside of you |
Growing fat within underneath scabby skin liquifying tissue to complete the |
grisly metamorph |
Brain impulse erodes sickening stimuli are they really there? |
Or merely maggots of the mind? |