Spawn Of Possession

Infection on the spirit – One's so clean and pure
Now has been invaded – By something obscured
Tongues are spoken widely – Message from the dead
Enter transformation – to a State of no return
Sicker – The only thing your body's turning
Vomit paints the floor – in blood
Disease – That won't come out through bible treatment
The seed has begun – to grow
"Infected soul"
Bitings in your gut, spikes nailed in your soul, shakes are getting worse
Rotting deep inside – demonic – standing petrified
You start to suffer inner conflict
Bleeding you scream in agony – your world is now at one with it
Your body's turning weak, a suicidial need, is tearing you within