There is something inside
You can hear it, it cries
Through the tendons it rips as it grows
And as the pathogens spread
You will wish you were dead
It has broke through the chest and exposed
Baptized in the blood of decease
Mankind has fallen to its knees
The intestinal growth
A maniacal hope
That what's inside you is destine to leave
When it's feeding is done
Sucking air from your lungs
The pandemic will now start to breed
