rötshrecht

look in the mirror too long and you'll see it.
you can feel it inside you.
it's decaying deep down.
eating up what's left of your soul.
you know you're sick, but you can't admit it.
you're sick of it.

the sickness is rising.
the plague is spreading all over your body.
and you can't control it.
sooner or later, you have to let it out.
there is no point trying to fight it.

you know you want to release it.
you know this land of hypocrisy deserves it.

it's the hate you've accumulated over the years.
it's the rage built up inside of you.

you're trying to hide it.
but anybody can see it in your eyes.
all the hate, all the fear, all the rage.
we all have it.

resistance, is futile.
set free the demon inside you.
unleash the red fear.

there is no rest, for the wicked.