Sickness (Fastkill)

I shall redeem myself from the clutch that grasp at my inner self Looking inside your future uncertain The fear grows as a sickness uncured Sickness! Uncertain of being back Sickness! Time of insane Sickness! That’s about to die Sickness! A life of intercourse and lust The tears in your eyes as red as blood To suffer alone in disgrace Rotting skinny corpse left alone Dream of dissipation A sudden inspiration a feeling so strong Your life is not worth a day Destroyed and defiled as on a proving ground Infected pain, dead awaits Creatures f**ked by a greedy pat The first time I’ve taste blood Saw the rampant mainstream dying off Remember the atrocities Eat me: come on my taste to satisfy my f**king pride Call me: do the cannibal for me, eat me, call me, hate me Under the scale of secrecy Nobody will come to know the truth Impure with impeccability Heinous deeds coming soon