Plague Doctor

from A Waiting Loss by Disintegrate

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The frantic prayer for death
Carves an emptiness
A nihilist syndicate
In the back of my head

They tell me,
Young man you're wasting your life.
Take off that mask, and smell the rancid stench of death
You're not a plague doctor
you can't heal this strife.
That's what they tell me
Take off that mask, and smell the rancid stench of death
That's what, that's what they tell me.

I've beat these knuckles raw
I've ground this broken jaw until my rotten teeth broke.
The frantic prayer for death
Carves an emptiness
A nihilistic promise
To my unborn and never Wed


I am Filth

I'm misanthropy
A packmule of pain
No self worth
A saddened disgrace
Through Lies and decite
a rotten root of society
Full of filth
Hate and deceit.

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from A Waiting Loss, released March 12, 2015

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