---

Love is the remedy for the diseased

Well, my hands they shake and my knees feel weak

I can’t breathe under this kind of strain

Give in to the fever - Bend and break

Our only triumph may be that of the liquids flowing from our wounds

Leading, like a river, to our tomb

You’re a parasite latched on to my body - A host, crying out for mercy

I keep waking up into the same dream

Death routine