| It is the blood that spreads the sin
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| If it’s in your blood you cannot win
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| You carry it inside
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| You’ve become one of the rejected
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| Let your instincts take control
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| And smell the stench of the infected
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| Transformation to another level of existence
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| Infection is spreading
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| Crimson tissue burning
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| Bodily fluids boiling
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| Disintegration comes
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| All praying to a single god
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| And all emotions be neglected
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| Let adrenaline take control
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| Inhale the stench of the infected
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| An intervention from below
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| Foul cadavers resurrected
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| Let your instincts decide
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| And smell the stench of the infected
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| It is the blood that spreads the sin
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| And if it’s in your blood you cannot win
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| An intervention from below
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| Foul cadavers resurrected
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| Let adrenaline decide
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| And join the hordes of the infected |