Infection on the spirit – One's so clean and pure Now has been invaded – By something obscured Tongues are spoken widely – Message from the dead Enter transformation – to a State of no return Sicker – The only thing your body's turning Vomit paints the floor – in blood Disease – That won't come out through bible treatment The seed has begun – to grow "Infected soul" Bitings in your gut, spikes nailed in your soul, shakes are getting worse Rotting deep inside – demonic – standing petrified You start to suffer inner conflict Bleeding you scream in agony – your world is now at one with it Your body's turning weak, a suicidal need, is tearing you within In the mirror you see – "a rotten corpse" Still you are alive – and breathing – robber of life You painful suffer inner conflict You try to keep your sanity – the force crave what's left of it Spewing – You start to choke on blood and innards This life soon will turn to – Death Cramping – Within your self theres heavy movement Something wants to exit – your soul Labour – You feel it's coming out there's no escape or hiding – Panic now is total Gasping – Your innards coming with it, you are puking bowels – Launching birth through sickness Starring – Before you lays a figure of unknown description – Shaped through inner conflict Helpless – Watch it disappear into the world your leaving – Sleep forever soulless