Survival Of The Fittest Lyrics

Pity in the hollow eyes of brothers and sisters
Over the half-dead body lent
I feel metallic breath of death
They consume the youngest child
To shred they tear its human body
Greedily satisfying hunger
Endless pain of fratricidal feast
Juicy slaughter
Battle for each mouthful of survival
Animal instinct voice
Fulfils the lack of human morality
Called pathology of manners
Archetypes of impulses
Strenght for the fit-death for the weak