Host Disorder

What is left for us
When ruination comes
Choked on shit, drowned in rhetoric

Rotting from within
Fully bathed in sin
Hollow, Vacant

What'll we become
When the flesh is overrun
Suffer on, as our bodies rot

Harvest on the bone
Our blood it turns to stone
Time stood still, endless parting gift

What is left for us, when ruination comes
Will they comprehend, our vision of the end

What we become, when the flesh is overrun
Just to suffer on and on

Can you feel it, coursing through us
Parasitic, host disorder

It feeds, it claims, what's left
Devours, consumes, what's left

Is this, what you're waiting for?
Is it, what you're waiting for?

I, have been circling the drain
Leaving nothing but bones
Remains of flesh decaying
I, have been circling the drain
Leaving nothing but bones
Leaving remains of flesh

Can you feel it, coursing through us
Parasitic, host disorder

Hell can wait
Barely holding on
Hell can wait
Barely holding on
Hell can wait
Barely holding on
Barely holding
On



Credits
Writer(s): Hollow Blessings
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