Out Of The Vault

from by Slavedriver



An empty husk of decadence,
Gilt by lust and vacant wants.
Deprived of all its senses,

tarnished by scars & devoid

With tooth and claw it tries to escape,
Too late.

Jaundiced you lope, desperate.
Loathing the many ills of modernity
On hands and knees you tire,
an embryonic hull of deformity
Vacant and numb

Pending amidst the corrosion of time.

No one to cradle your frail fading mind,
they only sow poison seeds.
You've finally conjured your morbid decline,
no more ace up your fucking sleeve.


from Marauders Of The Wasteland, released March 20, 2014



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