I see black in every face One little mark turns to disease I see eventual break down I know my days are numbered
I see the virus spreading Infected blood has taken over I see innocence that left me I know my last sunrise is coming
I see old age forming Endless sorrow creases your eyes I see depression winning I know my last winter is falling
I see a cold sterile blade New earth piled six feet deep I see the flowers dead in a pile I know the devil is smiling at me
Now I want you to hate me Now I want you to bruise me Now I want you to erase me Now I want you to regret me Now I want you to break me Now I want you to disfigure me Now I want you to shatter me Now I want you to shrink from me