Pulling your hair out Your legs kicking straight out This is the closest to death you will be
Sickness
Revolting,distorting, And changing for worsened No one will recognize Exactly what is wrong You are denying And lying
No truth-pull up, you've lost old friend's They'll never return again Even when your senses return again Again
Sickness Self desired Self assured With staff infection
Nauseous and bloated Your best behind you now Irritate,amputate Four burning lines A blood-coated ending to your life's story
Sickness
Paranoia,schizophrenia Resembling a picture of disabled fear The future is pestilence under your skin
Sickness
As gravity pulls you down and then under, The pain, it increases with every step you're begging for the ending The dragon is sending you messages From the grim reaper's plans
Sweating Freezing Itching Bleeding Self-styled poison,a lethal meaning Face down and helpless Terror engulfs us The sickness that saved us Is killing us now