Flesh Fiends

Dying Slowly weakening from a villainous blood affliction A most disgusting form of archaic hemoglobin addiction No secret serums to remedy symptoms of conviction Force fed the vice by thine own hands, eat death without restriction Rotting from the inside Battered bodies cannot handle the stress Too selfish and indolent to work for change Feasting towards a premature eternal rest Gory gustatory perception Worth more than life itself No self-control as you troll the butcher's corridor One more fix and then it's kicked, a promise to keep Breaking excitation from the taste pleasures of seasoned flesh They get you hooked and then you cook until you're replete Saturated fat sadistic, sapid masturbation LDL floods every cell, cadavers you eat Heart in over drive pumping enriched blood through narrowed veins As parasites you'll choke and die addicted to heme Kill Well done, no fun, so serve it bleeding Just hot enough to clot protein strings Sweat beading down your face, your salivation reflects your anticipation Dependence on death garners relief Your delusions are symptomatic of your foul taste for death, you addicts Generations of tradition, lies and pseudoscience engrained in your mind Emphatic ignorance of instinctual empathy, kind deemed pathetic Habituation only worsened by convenience, moral compass erratic Addiction of the deadliest kind You're not the only one affected, it costs billions of lives Victims of the fiending feedings out of sight, out of mind They will have their vengeance as you clutch your chest and you die