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”