#1
(metal)

From the moment my eyes open
The infestation to come is clear
Ripping through corpses as I sit broken
The mind sitting in ruins from fear

Plagued by the rot and death
Canceling out all feelings
Primitive instincts, breath after breath
The horror of the flesh peeling

You're destined for disease!
(filler instead of chorus here or build on this line?)

Feel the parasites within
Choking your every will
Your defenses wearing thin
Forcing you to need the kill

Reality has left your world true
Bloodthirst to rule your every move
Can't think things trough
You destroy with nothing to prove

You're destined for disease!

By: Robert Phillips
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