This Sickening Frailty by Twitch of the Death Nerve Lyrics
You crawl into the world, a living tribute to impermanence and fragility
A dependent parasite born carrying the flaws of your progenitors, then corrupted in your malleable state by the failings of others
Your wasted potential as copious as the gametes surplus to your creation, as your highly evolved intellect is put to use cataloguing excuses to serve as apology for your failures
Forming an impenetrable ego, immune to self-awareness
Your physical form becomes a source of ceaseless revulsion
Disgorging malodorous wasted products from viscid repulsive orifices
The walls you build for shelter turn black with mould and then crumble
Little more than a trap to keep the spores and rot collecting around you
A nest of putrescence and detritus
The paths of arduous toil or languid wallowing that define your existence lead to the same destination
A deathbed of disease as you choke on your final breaths, betrayed by your own flesh, humiliated
The lucky mustering a handful of pitiers, any love long since turned to indifference or resentment
Your meagre wisoms are to be shared with none, drifting into the ether as your body is destroyed and discarded
Your transitory legacy eventually erased with the deaths of your children
A dependent parasite born carrying the flaws of your progenitors, then corrupted in your malleable state by the failings of others
Your wasted potential as copious as the gametes surplus to your creation, as your highly evolved intellect is put to use cataloguing excuses to serve as apology for your failures
Forming an impenetrable ego, immune to self-awareness
Your physical form becomes a source of ceaseless revulsion
Disgorging malodorous wasted products from viscid repulsive orifices
The walls you build for shelter turn black with mould and then crumble
Little more than a trap to keep the spores and rot collecting around you
A nest of putrescence and detritus
The paths of arduous toil or languid wallowing that define your existence lead to the same destination
A deathbed of disease as you choke on your final breaths, betrayed by your own flesh, humiliated
The lucky mustering a handful of pitiers, any love long since turned to indifference or resentment
Your meagre wisoms are to be shared with none, drifting into the ether as your body is destroyed and discarded
Your transitory legacy eventually erased with the deaths of your children