Decomposition کے بول

Deep inside, I can feel Eating and crawling through my veins Ripping my skin, cold as steel Devouring from feet to brain Thoughts rotting in my head Worms absorbing individuality Feeding on the tissues of my lungs Dragging me to the grave of society Liquefying all feelings, enslaving to submission Treading the steps, I do not want, my decomposition You want me as a dead slave Without soul, without will No voice to scream Just another to kill My face wears a mask of happiness Disease attacking all dead cells Desires are usuless Corpse cells, useless rebels Lies, Fear, Sorrow, Terror, Pain