Intern. Virus. Human - Svart Crown

Self-improvized gods

Madness on that brain grows

Lack of conscience shown

A fate, a shame

For an

Nerve-cells off

Bones not tough

Lack of conscience shown

A fate, a shame

Theories building

A mess in the head

And the death in the veins

For an

Intern

Virus

Human

Agony of a race

Procreate to erase

Fear of death

Clearing palce

Bodies lamed

Inoculate the hate

You will never betray

This is the end

We’re all waiting as lambs

Slim and rotting in bed

Breath and regurgitate

Holes are draining blood

Therapy, we feel insane

Demolish, we medicate

Purity, many to blame

Feverish, the fluids away

Raising up more bacterias

Spreading the cells in vaginas

Over the edge, we fail

Feeling a rain

Inside a drain

Intern

Virus

Human

Maculating shirts like monkeys

Dignity that falls hiding well

Epidermic moist that shivers

Nothing seems lost for believers