• Breathe me in, and cough me out.

    A toxic smoke, I've made my route.

    I'm in your blood, traveling veins.

    Causing anger, fear, and greiful chest pains.

    I'll make my way to your heart, and turn it cold.

    I'll make my way to your heart, and turn it cold.

    Thinning you out, your cells are gonna scream.

    A little cut makes an ocean, shooting out in streams.

    Thin your blood, to pace your mind.

    But with me in you, you might find.

    No pain, no sadness, no care, and no worry.

    Just power, and anger, without need to hurry.

    I'll make my way to your heart, and turn it cold.

    I'll make my way to your heart, and turn it cold.

    The ice had settled, and you are numb, just a shell.

    The Xeilts Virus caught you, and tossed you to hell.

    But there is a vaccine. A mistake. A cure in a b*****d child.

    But to have immunity, you must have, and carry the sickness.

    He walks your streets, and he has a look-kill smile.

    He watches you suffer, and he'll laugh at your agonizing bliss.

    I'll make my way to your heart, and turn it cold.

    I'll make my way to your heart, and turn it cold.

    A feeling like no other, perfect numb, perfect mind.


    .:Xe:. The Anti-body your body needs to heal.