I posted a scratch version of this a while ago, but I finally got around to really putting some work into it.

Lyrics:

The water is bloody

Now who is this for?

My mind feels so muddy

In a pile on the floor

I never asked to wander

Empty streets for an age, just trying to leave

But I’ll cut through anyone

In my way, uncut nails and cracked teeth

I’m too sick to feel sorry

For what I’m about to do

Products in products

Now who is this for?

The fish just get bigger

And they just feed them more

I never dreamed of being

Bloated like a tumor, a hole taking space just for greed

But I don’t know what else I can do

As i’m told the rule is feed or be feed

I’m too sick to feel sorry

The savior came and became one more part of us

Flesh in flesh, all that matters in hand

And they carry the bits to the maw

And discard them, but don’t worry, it’s all going to plan

Don’t smile now, show what’s caught in your teeth

All stained red with blood, what you eat tends to bleed

But you’ve grown so big you can’t hear their screams

They’re so small and weak, it all gets better indeed

What better to measure success

Then how easy it is to feed

Bloated and swollen

tumors with teeth

Some hair and some nails

Growing infinitely

I never asked decide between

Chewing fat or being chewed

Why do we let the tumors

Decide for use who gets to choose