Infection on the spirit – One's so clean and pure
Now has been invaded – By something obscured
Tongues are spoken widely – Message from the dead
Enter transformation – to a State of no return

Sicker – The only thing your body's turning
Vomit paints the floor – in blood
Disease – That won't come out through bible treatment
The seed has begun – to grow

"Infected soul"
Bitings in your gut, spikes nailed in your soul, shakes are getting worse
Rotting deep inside – demonic – standing petrified
You start to suffer inner conflict
Bleeding you scream in agony – your world is now at one with it

Your body's turning weak, a suicidal need, is tearing you within
In the mirror you see – "a rotten corpse"
Still you are alive – and breathing – robber of life
You painful suffer inner conflict
You try to keep your sanity – the force crave what's left of it

Spewing – You start to choke on blood and innards
This life soon will turn to – Death
Cramping – Within your self theres heavy movement
Something wants to exit – your soul

Labour – You feel it's coming out there's no escape or hiding – Panic now is total
Gasping – Your innards coming with it, you are puking bowels – Launching birth through sickness

Starring – Before you lays a figure of unknown description – Shaped through inner conflict
Helpless – Watch it disappear into the world your leaving – Sleep forever soulless