I am your disease, my friend

I will conquer your tower of hate
I will make you rot

Feeling these phobias
They’re so real

There will be nowhere to run

Run!

Livid, living here
Prepare for the worst
Livid, living here
Prepare for your hearse
Now you get it, don’t you?

I am nothing but the fear in your weak mind
Possessing, controlling
The curses that you’re holding

I am your demise, my friend