Plague Doctor کے بول

You are poison, you are toxic Black tar oozing from your diseased lips Half human, steaming pile of putrid pus Reveling rancid rancor reeling in rot and rust Born in filth, mourn your health So fucking proud to be in love with yourself Scratching and clawing walls turning red Can't seem to get you out of my head Buried never breathing Die never knowing Feast upon the ashes It would have never lasted Wounded and cut, sickening rot Crippled and dropped in a burial plot Festering folds of filth and decay Scrub all you want you won't wash me away Soap and bleach to clean the knife I scrubbed you from me fucking life Not even death will bring you peace I cut out your heart and buried it deep Nothing to no one