I will manage survival
While evading the fate of rotting flesh
The lesser of two evils
Choosing the future of endless dread

And now that there is nothing left
And living is shrouded in constant despair
The end of all life is coming
The stench of death so blinding
The final death represents life
And the will to live masks hopelessness
My knees grow weak as I walk this path
And I breathe the breath that would be my last

The plague that crawls on lost souls
Decaying the time of clod blood murder
Going nowhere with no hope
Strangled gasps through putrid odor

Surely this will be the end of me
I will fall pray to your sick disease