℗ Copyright 2026 by Midknightoil Music ☢ -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- 🧶 - Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3RHtX1sMkxhBIXBxdqftsK 📻 - YouTube Music: https://music.youtube.com/channel/UCuW6er98D210fb6pIcp9jpA 🍎 - Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/artist/midknightoil-music/1771715875 ✖ - X Artist: https://x.com/Midknightoil_M 📽 - TikTok Artist: https://www.tiktok.com/@midknightoil 📸 - Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/midknightoil_music/ 🎧 - Amazon Music: https://music.amazon.com/artists/B0DJCJXCL2/midknightoil-music 💜 - Deezer: https://www.deezer.com/us/artist/284428631 🌐 - Website: https://www.thrownexception.com Author Notes: This song is a haunting lament for the way war hollows out the world, turning human lives into fuel for the ambitions of the few who mistake dominion for destiny. It is a meditation on how suffering becomes a resource in their hands — harvested, repurposed, and forgotten — while the masses bear the cost in silence and pain. [Verse 1] The throat learns hunger before it learns to speak, The hand commands, directed at the weak. One throat opens, two hungers converge, One feeds the silence, one feeds the urge. We call it mercy, we call it the deal, The meat caught in teeth, the mask and the meal. So PARASITIC this tongue on bone, Your breath on our flesh, your cries are our own. [Pre-Chorus] What is borrowed but never returned? What is taught but never learned? [Chorus] I am the wound dressed as the seal, Feeding on pain no one can heal. PARASITIC to the core, PARASITIC with no regret, I don't fear, I don't feel, I don't forget. [Verse 2] The garden grows, by another's pain it's watered, Roots drinking deep, as the stem grows harder. The bloom believes that darkness is its soil, Never realizing splendor rises from turmoil. No devil, no angel — just the jaws that grind, The flesh and the promise, the soul confined. So PARASITIC this harbored pain, Your death in our veins, your loss is their gain. [Chorus] I am the wound dressed as the seal, Feeding on pain no one can heal. PARASITIC to the core, PARASITIC with no regret, I don't fear, I don't feel, I don't forget. [Outro] Ask the grave, who owns the growth, I am the feast, and you are the oath. Promise of bread, art is the lie, Come taste the marrow, from the next one to die. PARASITIC words, PARASITIC gold, The story's old, the story's old. [Final Chorus — stripped to bone] I am the wound dressed as the seal, Feeding on pain no one can heal. PARASITIC to the core, PARASITIC with no regret, I don't fear, I don't feel, I don't forget. [fade to end]
