Murderous flow joins along with the blood,nspewing everywhere from the blade of my choicenAnother one down, too many more to go,ndown the wrong road, where cadavers will flownLike hell without the pain,ndirection to the throat of all humansnPenetration of the blade,nimmune system split opennTheres no defense against a killer,nmedicine and cures are made up to feel safenEverybody's gotta die sometime