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Lay in bed, week of weakness,
You'll end up just fine
Sensing something weird that's going
Deep inside of you

You see the man, he says you're fine
,All system fall down,CRASH
Nothing but you, hoping now
The race against time has begun

Fate, of the disease,
Watch your life crumble at your feet
Doctor will be with you shortly
Try and stay alive

Crawling up your bloody guts
Disease is spreaded off
One man dies, all men die
You are next in line

Disease is spreading out of you
Running slower than time
Every man will now die
F.T.D means fight the disease

You might be stronger than haven
But you can't be stronger than hell
Though you're getting up, unplugging death
And you're able to survive

So you've got the thing, no one gets to get,
The little thing called life
Every man salutes you now,
Suspected and amazed

Disease is spreading out of you
Running slower than time
Every man will now die
F.T.D means fight the disease

Can't you see that you're haunted now
And full of fear and hate
Living a fearful life
For the invention of your brain

Scared to take your ass outside
Might happen again
The experience left so while ago
But still causing mental pain

Those kind of things make you sick
Even though you're already healed
In addition for your wonderful life
Fear will take you to hell

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