My body is full of wounds … parasites are over me
Rotting and Losing blood … sores still are open
Vomit over my feet … flies just pursue me
I can even feel and see … some worms devouring me
Skin infested of clots … broken ribs still hurt
My pants stink … because of my excrement.
The jaw bones were grinded … My burnt tongue can’t taste
Dilacerated yet disfigured … fucking humiliated
An eye was punctured … still linking
The other still can’t see … the veins going exposed
There’s a hack in the arm … can see the bone
Can’t even walk … the nerve was cut
My strength fades away … delirium comes to my mind
There was a hot blond girl … playing in my room
But can’t barely touch her … I have decaying fingers
There’s no more skin … there’s no nails.
I agonize … in my bed … the death stinks …
They watch me curious … and fetter me with chains … and muddy ropes
Now my disgrace is closer … dying as an animal … under torture
They tied it tight … until I bleed … they’re patient
Prepare the needles … inject some virus … in my flesh
The tools open my chest … cut me and saw … in a fucking autopsy table
The organs are taken off … they are just waste … but can feed starving wild animals
I’m fucking dead alive … a walking corpse … the doctors take out my eyes … to see
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That guitar tone is monstrously heavy as balls, teenage me would of bought everything they did.
I'm gutted i was late to the party with this classic HM2 fuelled beast dainton