SaintHood Genetics +
Christened to become a fly
with a million rotten eyes
I chew on you, as you feed me
I am feeding from a pool of dead lies
swamp infested waters of maggots and flies
Screamed for the deeds that would keep me alive
Damned by the disfigurement mechanisms
The holy mound had forced to waste
I bite your hands, as they feed me
The death reaper came calling once more
To claim his lump of human flesh
Genetically born, and bred to die for
Ae
