A hand in my mouth
But it's too late
One more day like today and I'll kill you
I must fight this sickness
A life spills into the flowers
We all look so perfect
As we all fall down
In an electric glare
The old man cracks with age
She found his last picture
In the ashes of the fire
An image of the queen
Echoes round the sweating bed
Sour yellow sounds inside my head
In books
In films
And in life
And in heaven
The sound of slaughter
As your body turns
A desire for flesh
And real blood
I'll watch you drown in the shower
Pushing my life through your open eyes
Find a cure
I must fight this sickness