Warcursed - Decomposition

Deep inside, I can feel
Eating and crawling through my veins
Ripping my skin, cold as steel
Devouring from feet to brain

Thoughts rotting in my head
Worms absorbing individuality
Feeding on the tissues of my lungs
Dragging me to the grave of society

Liquefying all feelings, enslaving to submission
Treading the steps, I do not want, my decomposition

You want me as a dead slave
Without soul, without will
No voice to scream
Just another to kill

My face wears a mask of happiness
Disease attacking all dead cells
Desires are usuless
Corpse cells, useless rebels

Lies, Fear, Sorrow, Terror, Pain