Feast your eyes on man, for he was surely meant to fail when you realize that nothing Comes, nothing comes for free
It's a cruel cruel world and death is a mistress clawing at your financial bliss
With a need to consume, when will it return if the hunger comes with fever?
I can't understand a word
When they talk with their mouths full it all just goes right through my head
And now I lie awake pretending I'm notdigging my own grave
In light of this self-isolation we've all earned a price on our head
Why must we lie awake pretending we're not digging our own graves
Such a waste of life
Tender to the swine
Eating up all of the streets we used to love
Their vile plague filled parades
They're marching through their remains
It's not a lack of willingness to succeed
Feast your eyes all were born to fail
And heed the violence of man's own f*cking hand
All were born to fail
So fill your f*cking hand