Bloodstorms - Gutter Instinct

Greatest admirer of your own reflection

A twisted, perverted, repulsive affection

Vanity

Self-centered insanity

Narcissism

Sickening egoism

A parasite with no real dedication

Except to all that involves exploitation

Need to feed

An endless greed within your breed

Yet questioning

The coming day of reckoning

We laugh at the fear in your eyes

And salute everything you despise

When the bloodstorms are coming

And the maggots are raining

When mankind is falling down

When the soil is barren and the wells are drained

You’ll turn on each other, starving wolves unchained

Collective pain

Can’t be soothed by financial gain

Commerce and growth

Sworn to both, deceptive oath

Blinded by stupidity

You’ll pay the price of a stillborn ideology

Now look at you

We laugh at you, you won’t pull through

It encircles you

The death of you and your worldview