Dead In The Dırt - Will Is The War

The mind is a jaw
Teeth gnashed to the gum
The body is a failure
Lungs collapse when overrun
The will is the war
Scabs turn to scar
The skin makes you sick
Feathered and tarred
Words are the cancer
Once arranged they are null
Your fists may pound flesh
But all strikes are dull
The only truth
The instant of death
We the living in instants
Suffer eternally clawing for scraps of existence
In search of the eternal breath…