Parasite Culture

My words are laced with sulphur
Pick the bones just like a vulture
Sick to death of this parasite culture

My words are laced with sulphur
There’s nothing left you vulture
Sick to death of this parasite culture
Evil intent
I saw red
In a trance state of malevolence
Twitching hands turn to manic fists

All these motherfuckers staring at me
Thinking I’ve got no teeth
Underestimate my bite bitch

I have an affinity with vengeance
Let me taste your metallic essence running down my face
Under the skin dealing damage within
You are the virus
I am the antidote

My words are laced with sulphur
There’s nothing left you vulture
Sick to death of this parasite culture
Evil intent I saw red
In a trance state of malevolence
Twitching hands turn to manic fists

My insides feel like they are splitting
Splitting at the seams, nothing is what it seems
Destined to fade or immune to the pain
Every cut more pronounced but it still feels the same

Switch blade pressed to my tongue
I’m spitting acid up from my lungs
My blood is seething
Your fucking presence makes me sick
Two faced parasite
Sycophantic hypocrite

You fucking parasite