
Anguish
by New Lows· from Harvest Of The Carcass
Pale plastic orange pill cylinders pour warmth over worn and weeping wounds confused and torn
Agony's grabbed me by my fragmented jagged limbs nagging pains lingering under the skin
The second hand is stabbing the sides of this ravaged race where only sleek savages will survive.
Anguish hangs over like a jaundicing halo
Above languished skulls which shine from the glow.