We, The Termites

Parasitic frenzy, sanguinary

Our greatest legacy, a total fallancy

Steel to tissue, cut, repeat

Robotic mounds of flesh, blood and shit

We the termites

Wood to blood

Macabre tradition

We the termites

Wood to blood

Our infliction

Despondency

Immeasurable misery

Devoured sentience

Rabid smiles, avert your eyes

Too scared to face consequence

Freedoms negated as jaws clench shut

Saline to soil, fallen to forgotten

Blood spilt in your absence still leaves a red stain on your hands

Mass immolation, for what purpose?

To dig graves (ours and theirs) with our teeth

The time will come when history will end

Quite a fitting reward for a job well done