Virally Yours

the sound of vomiting to my ears like singing

now im beginning to become erect

with illness im obsessed

in the beds of the fallen i rest

a fixation amplified the smell here is what i like best

feverishly combing the buckets of waste

wrapping myself in the filth-ridden sheets

raping the shells of the comatose to fulfill my needs

photographing bedsores cultured by my sick neglect

its more then a job, its a love for me to walk this close with death

when you hear a flat line you know surely i'll be near

to when the reapers sickle is drawn i am ever aware

i wish i could pull these strings

in death there are finer things

malpractice forever be my bitter name

how quickly life does fade away

but one flip of the rivers man coin

could send you screaming to your grave

(solo)

grief stricken family watches on ceaseless prayers for an only son

"im afraid that nothing can be done" the moment has finally come

the wrath of a god exemplified to the pearly gates he'll soon arrive to leave here his husk

in this room of white im quivering at thought pull the plug

im begging you to take the ride to the cold and blue

the reapers yellowed lichen finger aims ever so true

the origins of disease to be witnessed in my dreams

the flooding of the blackest blood to quench my fetid needs