Omnivore

<br>Oh, little figures that toil under weather and sun<br>Your backbreaking labor is earning you nothing but hopes undone<br>Here nothing is sacred; what pride there is left will not hold<br>The price of your failure is shown in the trinkets that weigh you down<br><br>I`m swimming in obscenity that gives me not one second`s peace<br>Mirror all my faults and flaws, crack jokes at all that I`m made of<br>Weeping in our restless sleep, we`re dreaming of lucidity and peace<br><br>All good withers and dies<br>We seized it all, only to let go<br>The empty winners drowning in the flow<br>We are all forlorn<br><br>Riddle is solving itself as I kneel and devour<br>The strength of the terror will never relieve you of crawling on<br>Small voices are prying at secrets I don`t want to share<br>Pathetic and sweet, all remorse is cut off with the leech that bleeds me<br><br>All good withers and dies in our hands<br>We seized it all, only to let go <br>The empty sinners drowning in the flow<br><br>I`m swimming in obscenity that gives me not one second`s peace<br>Mirror all my faults and flaws, crack jokes at all that I`m made of<br>The silent heartstone at my feet: we`re gagged and bound and incomplete<br>Nothing holds in what we are, our filth and greed has come too far<br>The great deceit, the greater made by truth well hid in words and shades<br>Ten letters on my stony bed to witness every mouthful fed<br>`Cause I am the one who will rip you apart<br>So die