Succulent and putrefied as you waste away,
Underneath you’re pale white flesh
Is your cellular decay.

Blood, filled with sin.
Reach my peak, gorging on your pathogens.
We placate, heavens gate.
You know we are…

Your ordination.

I’m infected.
We’re your infection.
I’m infected.
There’s no protection.
I’m infected.
No contraception.
I’m infected

Deep, in your womb.
With pleasure, our DNA,
we introduce.
To placate, heavens gate.
You know we are…

Your ordination.

I’m infected.
We’re your infection.
I’m infected.
There’s no protection.
I’m infected.
No contraception.
I’m infected