Plague Doctor - The Acacia Strain

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

Buried never breathing

Die never knowing

Feast upon the ashes

It would have never lasted

Soap and bleach to clean the knife

I scrubbed you from my fucking life

Not even death will bring you peace

I cut out your heart and buried it deep

Not even death will bring you peace

I cut out your heart and buried it deep

Nothing to no one

Nothing to no one

Nothing to no one

Nothing to no one