Infected world upon itAs own pedestal
diseased a we are diseased
weAve always been
weAre just the joke
the joke of
existence
but still we try as if there was an end
through blood we made
as if we were perfect
someday the blood
will choke
us in our sleep
IAve given in to all of my demons
I canAt be helped a itAs up to me
every time I close my eyes
IAm dwelling on
the follow times
my regrets wonAt let me rest
ItAs killing me with every step
every step I regret
INFECTED a were condemned to
die
INFECTED a cut always this life
