This is living

Lurking parasites breed dirt into my soul
Looking back I was a willing host
Dreams rotate from reality to memory
Never hope, lost the thread, it's no good

I am a disease dressed as a cure, your vaccination for life, Blessed are the sick
In the mouth of a liar, a liars scars painted as a smile, presented in an alternating voice depending the victem

Manipulation leading to a complete devouring of all emotion, flesh and any Sence of being, justification is just my parasitic infestation, the only truth and purpose, no need for denile, this is living