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Infected world upon itґs own pedestal
Diseased – we are diseased
Weґve always been
Weґre 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
Iґve given in to all of my demons
I canґt be helped – itґs up to me
Every time I close my eyes
Iґm dwelling on the follow times
My regrets wonґt let me rest
Itґs killing me with every step
Every step I regret
INFECTED – were condemned to die
INFECTED – cut always this life