Through The Gaping Gate/ Coughing In A Coffin - Morbus Chron

Infected with a cold

Sore fuckin' throat, dripping nose

Hot as hell itself

Lying in bed

The sickness grows

Hallucinations

Coughing up acid, pus and blood

Angry stomach

When you shit it’s a fuckin' flood

Out for a walk

Slow as a rock

Car moving near

Hit in the front, damages are severe

Heart stops pumping, you’re assumed dead

In a black bag, your bed

Star of the funeral, your family gathers around

Crying, tears and sorrow as you’re put underground

Suddenly your heart starts pumping, you’re alive again

But sickness and symptoms remain…

Coughing in a.

Coughing in a.

Coughing in a.

Coughing in a Coffin…