The Maul
Sickness
It makes its way into my lungs, my heart
It darkens my mind
My flesh
Will burn
My bones will de-calcify
My blood
Will boil
Away from me
Sickness
It makes its way into my lungs, my heart
It darkens my mind
My flesh
Will burn
My bones will de-calcify
My blood
Will boil
Away from me
My eyes
Will rot
Inside of my skull
My mind
Will rot
Inside of my soul
And my heart
Will grow cold
It will tear at the seams
It will rot into the earth (it will rot into the earth)
My bones
Will break
As they turn into dust
My organs will decay, until my body gives way
My brain will decay
Until my memories are nothing
It will rot into the earth (it will rot into the earth)
Sickness
It will harden me
It is the forge that shall bring me to a sharpened edge
Sickness
It is a part of me
Without it I am nothing and without it I have nothing
Sickness
It will harden me
It is the forge that shall bring me to a sharpened edge
Sickness
It is a part of me
Without it I am nothing and without it I have nothing
NOW, I'll take the weight of the world off my shoulders
And bring it down upon your head
I'll take the weight of the world of my shoulders
And bring it DOWN UPON YOUR HEAD! OH
It makes its way into my lungs, my heart
It darkens my mind
My flesh
Will burn
My bones will de-calcify
My blood
Will boil
Away from me
Sickness
It makes its way into my lungs, my heart
It darkens my mind
My flesh
Will burn
My bones will de-calcify
My blood
Will boil
Away from me
My eyes
Will rot
Inside of my skull
My mind
Will rot
Inside of my soul
And my heart
Will grow cold
It will tear at the seams
It will rot into the earth (it will rot into the earth)
My bones
Will break
As they turn into dust
My organs will decay, until my body gives way
My brain will decay
Until my memories are nothing
It will rot into the earth (it will rot into the earth)
Sickness
It will harden me
It is the forge that shall bring me to a sharpened edge
Sickness
It is a part of me
Without it I am nothing and without it I have nothing
Sickness
It will harden me
It is the forge that shall bring me to a sharpened edge
Sickness
It is a part of me
Without it I am nothing and without it I have nothing
NOW, I'll take the weight of the world off my shoulders
And bring it down upon your head
I'll take the weight of the world of my shoulders
And bring it DOWN UPON YOUR HEAD! OH
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Writer(s): Matt Danger Goorahoo
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