Nothing Civilized from Squalor by Ground

Awake.
Mind is dead.
An animated corpse with nothing working in his head.
He stumbles, equilibrium impaired,
But he watches through dead eyes and stares,
And sees a world of challenges
and fast it passes by,
A hunger he can't satiate no matter how hard he tries.
He opens his mouth but cannot speak,
An odor of putrifaction is of what he fucking reeks.

(Dead flesh,
Skin and bone left)
No wounds fresh
(A pungent stench)

A sickness is spreading and it's spreading fucking fast,
He's not disturbed, he's a walking corpse,
His day is humanity's last.
Guh.

Searching endlessly to feed itself,
You're the meat and your ripped to shreds,
Now you've become one of them and get a shotgun to the head.

Nooooo (hooooooope)

For mankind, our entire species dies.
But we fight tooth and nail with an intention to survive.
Is it worth it to reclaim these barren city scapes?
A skeletal remain of a world that's civilized.o
No life left except the insects that still thrive.

• Metal
• false grind
• grindcore
• powerviolence
• slam
• New Jersey