When the beaty of a cold dark night comes to an end Waking up feeling pain and sick Eyes are marking red, hands are turning black Throat feels sollen as I'm preparing for another attack As we speak through the mouth of a dead man Punished and paying our debt Forced to purchase our own blood We've lost faith as bones are long to dust Never sleep again, yet it will be forever Coughing feels like I'm dead already I feel a lack of circalution, vomiting blood The infection flows into my bloodstream I can feel death breathing down on my neck Nothing is what it seems Jesus saves is what they said The sickness that is eating me In the end, it'll rip me to pieces