Breathing death I no longer smell it (it burns like fire)
With sulfur lined lungs its hurts to inhale (she’s weeding the weak)
But with each breath my lungs need to grow stronger
Her genocide plan for weeding the weak
Drinking death I like the taste
I’ve seen what happens but block the thought
I know where it leads and I know it well
I hope you know that your going with me
For hunger we kill
I see through a film that purifies life
A world of my vision and choosing
Knowing my part was played and played well
I have grown accustomed to this world
For hunger we kill
Gain strength as you weaken
