Vision of Disorder

Locust Of The Dead Earth

Vision of Disorder


i've been trying to bring myself away, 
breaking down the walls 
of misuse, the abuse 
the unfortunate temptations 
there is only death! 
feeding off of me, 
these locusts of the dead earth 
give it to me 
I swear I'm feigning 
time i gave it ways, 
time i let it get by 
let it slip on through my fingers 
never asking why, never justified, 
allegations against me 
i told you, there is only death 
in the canyons 
cut out your infections 
to the locusts of the dead earth 
i want you to see what i mean 
i want you to be where i've been 
still is stand and fight 
i will weed out the fake 
never look over my shoulder 
to hesitate, deliberate, i won't be 
your brother! 
FAKE FUCK!