Exhumed The Red Death
The rabble made sick by infection so quick and left anemic
Aided by pests, the skin is made wet
With fever and sweat
Abdominal pain 'cause the sphincter is strained
And they're driven insane
Blood is expelled while bubbles all swell
It's bacterial hell
Ensconce yourself in quarantine
Sanctuary for the people of means
No escaping, no delaying, no refraining
The red death
No forestalling, no stonewalling, no mothballing
The red death
Extremities rot from gangrenous clots and odious snots
Choking up bile and other tastes vile
The tongue is defiled
Torment is felt, covered in welts
As their guts melt
Bloodied sputum and fingers all numb
All will succumb
Blue bloods in isolation
Preserved from contamination
No escaping, no delaying, no refraining
The red death
No forestalling, no stonewalling, no mothballing
The red death
Capitulate to plague by degrees
Affluenza of filth and disease
No escaping, no delaying, no refraining
The red death
No forestalling, no stonewalling, no mothballing
The red death
