Pestilence and Rotting Flesh
Gay and frightening.
All this hype about a silly introduction.
Lyrics
Decaying flesh,
From leprosy,
The plague is warm,
Little room is left for hope
A fetus rots,
The nausea grows,
In sharp waves,
All life dissolves
You shriek for help,
Your loved ones decompose,
The world is discolored,
And now your turn
The stench of sh** ,
Down on all four,
The purest sorrow,
God f*** ed you well
The bleeding starts,
Repulsive odor of the pus,
Secreted from a torn coat of tissue
You pray for life,
The pain spiral beyond your dreams,
And what happens next you think?
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