Poor poor man Wouldn't want to be you Your skin is rotten Your teeth are falling down The vile stench of your blood Poisons the air I've seen your torture Through the Eye of Souls The signal's weak for I've seen enough Your body's changing You're a bad dream You cannot scape You're rotten from within Now is the time To accept mutilation Your body's a work of horror The stuff of nightmares Your body's changing You're a bad dream You cannot escape You're rotten from within Now is the time To accept mutilation Your body's a work of horror The stuff of nightmares Now is the time To accept mutilation Your body's a work of horror The stuff of nightmares This is the time To accept your inhumanity You are now a monster You're riddled with your own disease