Revolting thought of licking open wounds
Taste the puss in your mouth
Scratching like a dog in infection
Vomit starts to wake you up
You are only a stain of what you used to be
Decaying away
Your cells are a tormenting disease
As you are rotting away
Fleshing
Disgusting thought of ripping your skin
Feel the pain as it tears your flesh
Crying out for help or salvation
Sickness wakes you up
You have almost gone where you should be
Fading away
Your soul is packing its bags
As you are dying away
Fleshing
Skin yourself alive
You have almost gone where you should be
Fading away
Your soul is packing its bags
As you are dying away
Fleshing - decaying away
Fleshing - rotting away
Fleshing - fading away
Fleshing - dying away