Hunting The Grey Nomad - As Flesh Decays

In the glow of the lamplight

The nomad camp

Echoes of decadence

Spent the kid’s inheritance

Under shroud of darkness

The hunter, stalking the weak

Silently watching and waiting

Harvest easy meat

In comfort, fool yourself

Your world is at it’s end

Your kind drop like flies each night

No one is found again

Your sense of entitlement

Doesn’t become you

You’ve only earned the end of your life

And we’re the ones to see it through

Leave no trace of the grey nomad

Lost in the space of the great outback

Cleanse this place of the grey nomad

Ghost on the plain is the grey nomad

Thin out the weak ones

Nomad

The baby boom

Will be over soon

Make the best of the time that’s left

And fucking pay your dues