Infection
Diógenes Costa / O Bode
Infection
Thing so real
Open door vision
Very pieces
Of blood and meat
I try to guide me
I'm so dizzy
I cant see the finish
To this destruction
Biologic neglet
The distress come soon
Like a infection
Without cure
Few srvivors
The cycle is eminet
Infection everywhere
Don't try to escape
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Infection
