Since it began, you survived on the backs of the weak
The more it’s passed, the sweeter taste is achieved
A vulture bolting scraps of his meat
He’s bloated and pleased…
He’s bloated and pleased.

Seeking the tenderest parts as the bones fall away
You’re the pretender with the pungent smell of decay
A broken palate with all the flavors astray
An acrid bouquet…

Who were you putting on?
Never had it all along
And thought you were the one big thing…

So tell me I’m wrong if you’re not too wasted
You bottom feeding bitch,
And that’s all you’ve tasted
It’s never enough,
You’d think you’d get creative
Devouring and constantly sateless

Laying low just to dine
An appetite in decline

Repulsion repeats and the inner disgust starts to fade
A full blown addict, your habits get in the way
Ignore the maggots, but they’re crawling over your face,
And they’re likely to stay…

That part of you is gone
Never had it all along
And thought you were the next big thing…

So tell me I’m wrong if you’re not too wasted
You bottom feeding bitch, and that’s all you’ve tasted
It’s never enough, you’d think you’d get creative
Devouring and constantly sateless

No idea what remorse is,
Feeding from the hapless corpses,
Like a feast set with four courses,
Sup from death

Detritivore! Detritivore!
Say no more! Say no more!
Detritivore! Detritivore!

It’s never enough…. It’s never enough…