Within the halls of the infirm I inject, I slice, I make them squirm None can reveal dressed in white, ushering their poisoned meals
Overdosing Their grip of life, pragmatically closing I hold the blade to their mortal coil And they find sleep in the soil
With syringe in hand They'll die as planned Their life I cease With morbid ease
Sordid addiction The will to defile Innate, since birth, A carcinophile
Untraceable, Intangible
Feeding an infant With tainted lead Ejaculate As the tumor spreads
A lethal dose of insulin Exposure to fatal pathogens
With syringe in hand They'll die as planned Their life I cease With morbid ease
The sickness, alluring, The foul stench enduring The snapping of bones A delectable tone
Of septic necrosis And cruel diagnosis The Ghost Of Departure Is feeding on their helpless cries
With syringe in hand They'll die as planned I deliver the sick, Now who shall I pick
Incisions cut so deep I bless them with eternal sleep And even if I fall I've honored Him through Infernal CallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.