The Sickness - Ringworm

Give me the keys to this cage, I have been bleeding for days

I feel the end is coming soon and I feel impending sense of doom

Suicide, it’s dead in my eyes, bleeding

Open wide, this these gates that hide inside and dominate

Crossover, blind with hate

Left promising, with nothing left as I grind my teeth into fangs

Feel how they bite

Loneliness, my home my sweet caress and down inside

Life over-filled with pride and dominant

Corrosion, de-create

Left promising, with nothing left as I grind my teeth into fangs

Grind my teeth into fangs

And the sickness remains

Grind my teeth into …