You are the virus

Blinded peasants roaming

With cobweb covered faces

Mouths filled with hungry spiders

Midges flying around like halos

Shaping us to look like saints (Like saints)

They are in love with the pain we feel

Layers of destruction

On top of each other

Morality gets buried

Six feet deep under

Thousand plagues wouldn't be enough (Not enough)

To wipe out the corrupt

Too many screens to bend the truth

Like concave mirrors in a windowless room

Thousand

Plagues

Thousand

Plagues

Hundred days of lockdown

A decade to recover

One life to cherish

All shall perish