Rat's Nest Architect

All I see is your wretched body,
A little dead thing contorting its unhinged limbs,
A little dead thing in the corner.

Drowning yourself in beer and eating fags,
Munching pills, dressed in rags.
There is nothing you can do
There is nothing in life for you

Flies buzz around your carcass,
Rats crawl across your hulk,
Within this spattered nest there may even be a feeling.

Head first in the rubbish,
Unsanctified and covered in maggots, little flies,
Unsanctified and it is time for a little helper to re-arise.