Locust of the Dead Earth - Vision Of Disorder

I’ve been trying to bring myself away

Breaking down the walls

Of misuse, the abuse

The unfortunate temptations

There is only death!

Feeding off of me

These locusts of the dead earth

Give it to me

I swear I’m feigning

Time i gave it ways

Time i let it get by

Let it slip on through my fingers

Never asking why, never justified

Allegations against me

I told you, there is only death

In the canyons

Cut out your infections

To the locusts of the dead earth

I want you to see what i mean

I want you to be where i’ve been

Still is stand and fight

I will weed out the fake

Never look over my shoulder

To hesitate, deliberate, i won’t be

Your brother!

FAKE FUCK!