His is a curse

The flies are out for their feast of shit
Can´t hardly see with the swarm so thick

How can I love anything and everything in a world so quick to piss all over anothers plate?
How can I sleep?
When did their blood pump through my tank and burn the sky?
It´s in my lungs as I slowly die away

But I can´t stand here any longer and clench my fists or grit my teeth
When I feel all of my insides, I want to cry and scream

No truth
No rights
No life
No light

There´s no light, this is a curse
I beat my fist to the bone