Infected

[Verse 1] Rot beneath below, killing the chance to die The rising of the dead The pain denies the soul, even after The killing gently, dissection of the light The rotting of the soul The pain realize the wounds, lives [Verse 2] You light the soul, killing ones they save The rotting of the soul Dying of the pain, killing the soul [Bridge] Killing send you to your grave Dying soon the one they save Tearing rid you of your limbs Infection soon, infection soon sets in [Verse 3] Peeling rid you of your skin, infected, infected Coming soon the end of life Die, cure you of infliction