[00:12.730]The first ripening pustule - reared its black head today
[00:15.100]A mephitic harbinger - of inexorable decay
[00:17.370]Carbuncles and buboes - weeping welts to ensue
[00:19.650]Blood bears infection - as it courses through
[00:21.720]In sickness as in health - sickened by the sight
[00:23.600]Of myself in the mirror - cowering from the light
[00:25.950]Sickened in heart and mind - bowed beneath this blight
[00:28.310]Flesh suppurates - blood drains to white
[00:30.570]Once infected death's grip seizes through my veins
[00:34.810]Blackening sores erupt, fever boils through my brains
[00:41.160]A contagious affliction, sputum expectorates red
[00:43.680]Sickened unto the grave
[00:46.090]As epidermal revulsion marks me as soon to be dead
[00:48.170]Sickened unto the grave
[00:50.100]Sickened - unto the grave
[01:00.730]My family and neighbors - come shun my face
[01:02.710]For fear of infection - I'll be left to my fate
[01:05.510]Writhing in dejection - in an abhorrent state
[01:07.680]My blood drains to white - sickened unto the grave
[01:09.700]The pustules rupture - a foul, fetid spew
[01:12.050]Swollen piles leaking - infectious, discolored grue
[01:14.050]My shocking reflection - I no longer recognize
[01:16.250]As I succumb to decay - before my festered eyes
[01:18.050]The only solace I find is that as the contagion spreads
[01:22.580]I'll be joined by you all amongst the numberless dead
[01:29.220]A contagious affliction, sputum expectorates red
[01:31.120]Sickened unto the grave
[01:33.530]As epidermal revulsion marks me as soon to be dead
[01:36.080]Sickened unto the grave
[01:38.130]Sickened - unto the grave
[01:54.700]Life looms somewhere forgotten in a feverish haze
[01:57.020]As my extremities contort beneath my gore-grizzled gaze
[01:59.530]Waking hours turned to nightmare as my senses decay
[02:01.680]And my blood drains to white, sickened unto the grave
[02:08.870]There's a ripening reek that emanates from my crotch
[02:16.150]And I dare not speak the horrid shade of the blotch
[02:23.390]That marks my face as one soon to be at death's door
[02:30.530]As I now become totally rotten to the gore - totally rotten to the gore
[03:27.470]As my bowels liquefy and my skin sloughs away
[03:29.760]Sickened unto the grave
[03:31.750]I welcome the cold comfort of death's black embrace
[03:34.230]Sickened unto the grave
[03:36.350]Sickened - unto the grave
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