Paroles de Becoming

Madness, pain Infernal fever brings dreams of death Nausea, darkness Vomiting until there's nothing left Aching, convulsing Body functions cease to exist Weakness, sick Basking in the sunshine in a field of death The bullet fired missed my head Soon I walk among the undead It's taking over, I'm going insane The sickness inside Dead to the world yet still alive I roam the earth With two feet in the grave Battle, death Shrapnel tearing torso shreds Peeling, gnawing Skin ripped from my back Gunshot wounds Blood pouring from my skin Stalking, dead Limbs crawling without the head