Death Before Dishonor
Infected
Infected world upon it´s own pedestal diseased - we are diseased we´ve always been we´re just the joke the joke of existence but still we try as if there was an end through blood we made as if we were perfect someday the blood will choke us in our sleep I´ve given in to all of my demons I can´t be helped - it´s up to me every time I close my eyes I´m dwelling on the follow times my regrets won´t let me rest It´s killing me with every step every step I regret INFECTED - were condemned to die INFECTED - cut always this life
From Letras Mania