The rabble made sick, by infection, so quick And left anaemic 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 read 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 read death Capitulate to plague by degrees Affluenza of filth and disease No escaping, no delaying, no refraining The red death No forestalling, no stonewalling, it comes calling The read death