Teksty: The Acacia Strain. Burn Face.

The education has surpassed the ailment
She died from the inside so she got what she deserved
No one ever has an excuse to be this careless
And you will get what you deserve
We are surrounded, and its not getting any better
Die in the bed that you made for youtself
Stricken with a virus made for the outcast but fitted for the uneducated
You deserve whatever you get
The combining blood triggered the beginning of the end and the rest is history
So real and so horrifying that it couldnt possibly happen to anyone
We are at war and you fight with disease
And you will get what you deserve