Humans,
Unthinking,
They crowd,
Tightly,
Forgotten homes,
Love,
Freinds,
Family,
When thoughs chords,
Playing in quick progression,
All thoughts gone,
Unbridled pain,
Jumping,
Hitting,
Charging,
They have nothing,
Only the unholy music,
Which pulls them,
Rips them,
Destroys them,
As their bodies move,
Grind,
Releasing all emotion,
In this,
Hell's Chaos.
