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Materialism
if they stop staring, into the void
they will pick up the scent, it could be too late
if you perceive something, unusual
rather be quiet, or you better run
like resolved old confused
from rigidity to their hunt
raised from the glowing ashes
of coagulated blood
the taste of human flesh, it's an addiction
roaming around, solely for meat to be
the smell of warm blood, it's intoxication
hunting like animals, lullabies in their ears
if you’re infected, keep the distance
will you get the same pleasure, belong to the horde
if you saw the happening, coming
rather be dead, only this way remains
like resolved old confused
from rigidity to their hunt
raised from the glowing ashes
of coagulated blood
the taste of human flesh, it's an addiction
roaming around, solely for meat to be
the smell of warm blood, it's intoxication
hunting like animals, lullabies in their ears
