Fever Hunting - Modern Life Is War

There is a certain constant tension inside my skull

Insecurities that used to make me crazy

Now just make me dull.

So I’m scrounging

In a western void searching for relief

You can check out early & die while you’re young

Or peak, wither & wait for disease

The party has died.

Hangover subside

With clamped open eyes I watch the death

Tolls rise.

I hunt with open wounds &

Sorrow by my side.

The hacks & actors

Are pretty and convincing, but it is you & I

Who shine the lovely light

The fever hunt rages on inside my head

Unrelenting heat.

Death: Become dirt.

You can’t

Choose.

I am tearing through the obese &

Subdued.

Gutting and dropping those who try

To drag me down.

To see is to suffer

There is no relief.

Your heaven on Earth is hell to me

You can laugh along with the laugh track

You can wear ambition as disguise

You can exploit everyone around you

You can call it a struggle to survive

I hunt with open wounds & sorrow by my side

The more I see the less I need

The fever hunt rages on inside my head