Elegy Of The Sleepwalkers

With eyes closed
And opened mouths
We feed on rotting corpses
Carrion decaying for years past
To soothe these hunger pangs

The more you give
The more we take
Never fulfilled
Nor satisfied
Contagion as sustenance
For the hungry souls

We loathe the bread of the past
Now we feast of decrepit flesh
We give ourselves to you

Torture, kill
From the inside
These illusions
Or is it truth?

Self serving suicide
Destroying earthly temples
Putrid carcasses
Succulent remains
We must only fulfill ourselves

We welcome with opened mouths
And unopened eyes
No trace of humanity left
Mindless animals
Feeding on pestilence
We are what we consume