Industry of Convalescent Death Lyrics


Pathogenic muck soaking through your layered clothes

Crawl on hands and knees

Like a miner seeking a crushing, filthy demise

Steady leak of sewage and a deprivation of air

Beneath an edifice impregnated with suffering

The wet smell of plaster and brick

Particulated, caking in your lungs

Toiling for years in a sanitized mausoleum

Industry of convalescent death