Dawn of Disease
Single • 2017
Unseen infection of the mind Oblivion transmitted to mankind Cutting off the precious stream Leaving a void in between We are the lost We are the blind We bring infection To your mind We are the lost We are the damned With leprous thoughts We deliver the end A creeping process Resistance is needless The moment of realization Harbours the decline As the memories scatter The thinking is poisoned
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Nov 15, 2025
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