Syndrome

Such a dirty disease fights under your skin
It eats and it burns and it rapes and it turns
Such an infested thing laying eggs within
They itch in your lungs with dirty tongues

I'm gonna touch you inside
I'm gonna be your little child
Right where your [bad word] wild
Inside, that's where I'll hide... until you die!

Such a violent syndrome tapped to your spine
It's a [bad word] storm and it's about to be born
Such a violent word that wants to be heard
You've got me deep within and under your skin
I'm gonna touch you inside
I'm gonna be your little child
Right where your [bad word] wild
Inside, that's where I'll hide... until you die