Songs of the INFECTED

V. I. P. – Infected

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Sign of death In your thoughts and dirty eyes Losing mind Bloody arms Your fucking tired veins are incised Deadly pain Atrophy Soon you will suffocate Cracked brain Feel

Brown Tormentor – Infected

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Cream, chocolate, vodka, melon, potatoes Eat it my friend, you’ll enjoy future feelings Cork up your asshole and gaze at the celing Diarrhoea Private affair W. C. That’s all

Female Defecation – Infected

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This hole with shit inside And sometimes she wants To get it outside You can read between The lines and understand What the paper now She’s reaching with her

Dreams – Infected

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From the fucking reality of life It’s the fool of my own faith I belive in gun and knife I walk around the semetary Looking for a wiktim of