Sweating, freezing, itching, bleeding Selfstyled poison, a lethal meaning Face down, helpless in fortyeight hours Sickness 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 whats wrong You are denying and lying No truth, pull up Youve lost your old friends, theyll never return again Even when your senses return again Sickness, selfdesired, selfassured, with staff infection Nauseous and bloated, your best behind you now Irritate, four burning lines A bloodcoated ending to your lifes 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, youre begging for the ending The dragons sending you messages From the Grim Reapers plans Sweating, freezing, itching till bleeding Selfstyled poison, a lethal meaning, face down, helpless Terror engulfs us The sickness that saves us is killing us now
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