Infected کے بول

There is something wrong with me. Flesh crawling with disease I want to die, but I want to survive. Survival is the only way the price that must be paid. I chose to live, not die ...Not to fucking die. Oh my god I'm fucking dying. Infected and diseased... Stranger to purity Cut your losses, face the facts... This body is a prison with suffering attached. I have nowhere to go... No place to hide. The time has arrived where I can lay and close my eyes. No one else would care if I would remain alive... Throw me out like trash. I've felt this once before. Hold my breath, I know I cannot do this anymore. I can't do this anymore... This disease is killing me Flesh rot Your body's breaking down It's time Your body's going underground I can't do this anymore This disease is killing me