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  1. Infected

From the recording Something Wicked

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Corey Siegel- Vocals, Guitars
Chris Quinonez- Guitars
Jon Keller- Bass
Zach Kelly- Drums

Lyrics

Something wicked this way comes.
It rots inside you, it makes you numb.
Your walls come down, your defenses fall,
On your knees you beg and crawl.
Beg. And. Crawl.
Now I'm infected but you can never tell.
I'm randomly selected, I'm representing hell.
But truth be told, I like the way it feels.
It's like an open wound that will never get to heal.
It's hard to breathe, it's hard to see.
It's killing you? Fuck you, it's killing me.
The pain's too great, you start to shout,
"I want out! Let me out!"
Let. Me. Out.
Now I'm infected but you can never tell.
I'm randomly selected, I'm representing hell.
But truth be told, I like the way it feels.
It's like an open wound that will never get to heal.
Call me out by my name.
Hear your cries, of disdain.
Paper thin, patience has worn,
Can't sit still, monster is born.
Monster is born!
Monster is bron!
Monster is
Monster is
Monster is Born!
Now I'm infected but you can never tell.
I'm randomly selected, I'm representing hell.
But truth be told, I like the way it feels.
It's like an open wound that will never get to heal.