My hands are rotting
My guts are melting
Eaten from inside
Rancid all over

Infecting those I eat
Spreading the virus
Walking in masses
Disorder is brilliant

The feeling is sublime
I hunger the more I die
I can no longer control the urge
To chew on flesh

Infecting those I eat
Spreading the virus
Walking in masses
Disorder is brilliant

Now when I am dead
I am finally complete
A purpose has been given
It is to eat

No longer pain
Only the hunger
Which is ended
When I consume your brain

My jaws have grown
My muscles are stiff
A strong and powerful grip
Infection is a gift