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