virus - worship the victim kill the murderer and if that makes you a murderer as well you will be a corpse alongside the first and it is a loop of never ending persecution and there is a virus spreading in my bones and it is consuming my flesh the pain is white-hot and pulsing and there is a virus spreading in my bones and i am a murderer and it is killing me i am dying so quickly and it is so slow and i know i should be afraid but it is peaceful the burning silence and the knowledge that i will be free and i sing and i whisper and my words are pulsing and convulsing and they are not right i am not right i am wrong but i am right in that way and there are so many eyes is anything real am i real i do not know i never will there is no afterlife death is white and then black i have not died but i am dying and the darkness creeps across my eyes and there is a virus spreading in my bones and it is killing me so so so slowly.
