I’m bleeding out
And you... you want to just cover it up
Not to heal it
Not to help
Just to hide it longer
Until it gets angrier
It’ll get infected
Hidden
Under bandaids
That never would’ve been able to heal
The kinds of wounds
I carry
Its taking over my body, so contagious
It’s seeping into my blood, and I can taste it
Coursing through my veins, I’m not sane
I’ve lost my direction
I’ve caught the infection
-Beartooth, “Infection”