Chompers

I've never seen a disaster so far

I'm waiting for the expiration of the comf

I know it's gonna come to knock my doors

Warning me to take care of my precious husk

Washing it with the bitterest soups

Deflecting from what I've been

There's not enough space to settle

We're gonna be chewed under the hoard of chompers

They're gonna take their licenses back

The infected flesh drips down on our cheeks

We'll spew it till nothing's left inside us

If we bleed for their pleasure again

They will never going to think twice

Wringer gets on a thousand one heads of ours

Repetition feels like having rapid shape changes

The skin is not complying together

Moving with their bite marks on the natural dressing

Bones are not carrying the germ inside

Meat is good if it's served with salt

The boiled blood leaks through the plate

They're ready to take a bite of the disgust

Narcissists having a chatter

Thinking how to get to know their tools better

Indulging their evil tempers

Everyone is having suppositional good manners

Things are over the superficial relationships

Dogs are also sick and yearning to smear our tips

We're the only ones who can conceive an apocalypse

Unlike the other ones, the fools.