1 TOWERING PESTILENCE

Breathing
Speaking in draconian rythms that wail and sigh!
Veins are pulsing
Flesh is crawling

Audible transmission and such a strange pathology
Spreading through a poor choice of words
Infectious ideology in whimsical stupidity
A looming plague seeps into the world

Harrowing despots speak to me
I am diseased
Infatuation with suffering
I am diseased

No inoculation to the death and decay
Pure tribulation, pure ecstasy
I am diseased
Human aspiration, no value, no prosperity
Valleity, delirium, no volition and no sanctity
I am diseased

One rule of law for all except for the rest of you!

Tall stands the pestilence of man
Choice seems a sleight of hand
Live just to feel at ease
How can you not feel
How do you not feel diseased?