Social Parasite
Lyrics and music by: Michael McConnell
Provisions are made
to soon perpetuate
a work of intricacies
wrought with hate
Searching deep within
the conscience you create
Finding out too soon
you've acted far too late
Control is denied
It is out of your hands
Finding yourself
blown like the sands
Confusing it seems
Poetic it is
Full circle fate
Paying for sins
Paradise lost
Fractured by lies
Judged by your victims
Seen by all eyes
Disease overcome
You have no more friends
You find a new host
and the cycle begins
Control is denied
It is out of your hands
Finding yourself
blown like the sands
Confusing it seems
Poetic it is
Full circle fate
Paying for sins