Always crawling through the vile filth, Praying that the leech has had it's fill, Depending only on my will to survive, Primal instinct and the deadly drive,
It gets inside you and breeds from within, I can feel it writhing under the skin, Sapping away at my strength of will, Whispering in my ear, inciting me to kill,
You're a vector Riddled with disease, Its the sign of sickness, That shall bring this world to its knees!
To its mother fucking knees!
The filth has come to spread it's waste, Hoping that the flea's have had their taste, I'm losing all my will to move on, Morbid instincts that are so far gone,
It gets inside you and breeds from within, I can feel it writhing under the skin, Sapping away at my strength of will, Whispering in my ear, inciting me to kill,
You're a carrier Bringing forth the end, It's the sign of sickness, That shall bring forth our descension,
Our own descension,
Always crawling through the vile filth, Praying that the leech has had it's fill, Depending only on my will to survive, Primal instinct and the deadly drive,
You're a vector Riddled with disease, Its the sign of sickness, That shall bring this world to its knees!
You're a carrier, You're a vector, It's the sign of sickness!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
