Surge of Terror Lyrics

Beneath strained translucent skin
Veins full of insects scattering from the light
My stomach a coiled viper
Fangs drip venom ready to strike

Soon shall come that dire day
Where hammers pummel as the echoing phrase
"I'm sorry for your loss"
Closes a chapter by burning the page

This disquieting silence
That shadows ignorant prey
Unknowing the need for vigilance
Not if, but when, life tears away

Inexorable descent
Visions of vultures circling overhead
Mirroring the eternal cycle of violence
Rats fleeing as if by compulsion
Still the serpent is fed

Carrion feeders with wings of razor wire
Crash their concrete bodies in a desperate anxious rage
Burrowing between sinews in efforts to escape
The unhallowed living tomb within which they are caged

The dread is constant
Ricocheting synapse friendly fire

There is a surge of terror
Charging through veins like a sudden stampede
Crushed underfoot with rampaging panic
A worthless battle
A futile frenzy

For on that dire day
Hammers will pummel as the echoing phrase
"I'm sorry for your loss"
Rewrites the story the world set ablaze

This uneasy quiet
That engulfs dismissive hearts
Exhausts denial of any vigilance
Refutation - lives torn apart

The horror constant
Waiting for the word
Anxiety crashing in waves on the rocks of sleepless nights
Below the water's surface a beast yearning for the kill
Murder or face starvation so of course it will

While high above vultures bide their time
Holding dominion - decimation over all diseased
Patience over violence scavenging with glee
and as the chapter closes it prepares to repeat

Inexorable descent
Visions of vultures circling overhead
Mirroring the eternal cycle of violence
Rats fleeing as if by compulsion
Still the serpent is fed