A Disease Called Man - Dropdead

We consume ourselves

Like a plague upon the Earth

Unaware that time

Of life is ready set

Feasting on the host

With endless appetite

Devotion to our greed

Drains the source of life

Feeding on the host

Like a noble parasite

There is dancer in the womb

A disease that is called man

Gorging on the blood

That feeds the pulse of life

Devotion to our greed

Drains the host of life

Feeding on the host

We are the parasite