Humanic Disease Lyrics

Imagine that, from the moment you were born I had planned your execution
Value of life, if not human nothing more than pick and choose exclusions
Dead inside, hopeless at the start but mortal vessels have yet to expire
Circle of life, weeks and months at a time, lifespans unnatural, mother nature the liar

FUCK!

Where's God now?
We are God, and given God's consent we've manufactured this man-made hell
Production screams murder, factories to frozen isles
Function complete, and all you had to do was die
A hell for man, but not for man
All hell is man, but not for man

No, this can't be right, perhaps we went awry somewhere in these calculations
To feel this way, is not the way, since when did life become something to be cherished?
because it was never enough to be the greatest thing since sliced bread
Everything else had to be made lesser, and belong on sliced bread

It should be only humans
Dying from humanic disease
Don't feel for them, the helpless, feed on them
They're not us, they don't look like us

And only after your body is crippled by sickness will you meet the end

The ire I feel for what's transpired on this mire of death
Dubbed the killing floor climbs higher than Everest
Terror flavor bitters your tongue, blood rusts metallic like iron
Seasonings, cooked in fire, until the corpse is desired
Bodies, fuck your euphemisms
For once, can we just face the facts and call things what they are?
Flesh of innocents tortured, murdered and burned
Worth nothing more than fuel to all you bottomless tombs

Hate for you takers of life
I've seen the reaper in all of your eyes
Scythe blade re-forged
Death dealt with fork and knife
No remorse as you gorge to bursting, course after course and
Numbers don't lie for you takers of life
And my math says that with you dead instead there'd be far less corpses