Carriers Of The Plague - Psycroptic

On the throne of the elite shunning the deviates, so proud and holy

You would always fall, never to remember the gloating

Holding a skeleton key, key to salvation

It was only time that stood in the way

Of the great revelation

Where science and the spirit collide

A crossroad leading to the same answer

One and the same

A fact that shattered the illustrious grandeur

You so forcefully shared

Carriers of the plague

This living contradiction sparked

An organic deterioration never witnessed

Originating from within

You carried the plague back to your flock

Bodies in rejection

Slowly ridding the filth

Purged of their very essence

It was you who turned them caustic, infecting them

Confusing them with this horrid sentence