Lecherous Nocturne Follow

Scarified sickly gaze from sullen faces looking on
Tell-tale signs of disease within their souls and their minds
Sightless eyes cannot see beyond the present
knowing their withered limbs will no longer build a future they don't have
Apathy resulting from hopelessness
Symptomatic discoloration of the flesh
one should know by sight
Accompanied by a mild sense of slight discomfort
is often temporarily ignored
only the first symptom
it's already too late
next the skin is broken
Allows corruption
Shedding frantic discharge
Dementia sets in
aberrant behavior
fully taking hold
Nonexistent cure Mark of Cain Prognosis death
Pre engineered by regimes seeking total control
Playing god has achieved
the genesis of apocalypse
Inflicting us with agony
and lesions from this vicious plague
consummate infection in grim display
The skin has split siphons every invention
of this sea of disease
Immunity bows to every intention
hear the whispers of its voice
Lofty in its triumph wearing crown of deception
persuading victims they have a choice
Monarch of all sickness
Has within its clutch
the will of this sphere
conquering all
They didn't even know
what was clearly gathering
at their very doors
When it chose to enter their lives
there was not even sense to realize
that they'd already been taken
Nonexistent cure Mark of Cain
It is here
It's been here for quite some time getting close.
Do you hear it coming
Don't you feel it growing