There is something wrong with me. Flesh crawling with disease
I want to die, but I want to survive.
Survival is the only way the price that must be paid.

I chose to live, not die
... Not to fucking die.

Oh my god I'm fucking dying. Infected and diseased... Stranger to purity
Cut your losses, face the facts... This body is a prison with suffering attached.
I have nowhere to go... No place to hide.

The time has arrived where I can lay and close my eyes.
No one else would care if I would remain alive...

Throw me out like trash. I've felt this once before.
Hold my breath, I know I cannot do this anymore. I can't do this anymore...

This disease is killing me
Flesh rot
Your body's breaking down
It's time
Your body's going underground
I can't do this anymore
This disease is killing me