Followers led to rot among their wastenA putrid path of torment and human debrisnInfection of the soulnNo puritynTearing apart from the inside outnSickness spreading further from the hostnSpiraling out of controlnAs the 11th hour rears its ugly headnWe embrace death as the only waynConsumed with fear and no apparent curenCondemned as humanity’s demisenIncinerated to remove the plaguenThrown to the fires screamingnBurning half alivenWe are the diseasenWe are the virusnThere is no curenOnly extinctionnInsanity only a step awaynThe sun begins to fadenThis foreseen image of madness and the sheer panic floods the streetsnWe are the diseasenWe are the virusnThere is no curenOnly extinctionnSickness spreading further from the hostnSpiraling out of controlnWe are the diseasenWe are the virusnThere is no curenOnly extinction