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