Warsynium - Mind Slave (Contagion)

Fear of the world, a plague upon man,
Quarantined alone, this is my last plan,
Ironic justice to the rich and granted,
Yet not a token to the empty handed.

There's nothing left to save,
When you are a mind slave,
Its the Beginning of the end,
The pain that hell shall only send.
There's nothing left to save,
When you are a mind slave,
And when you feel it in your bones
The twisted virus overthrows.

Dormant curse now awakes,
The reaper has found a toll to take,
Symptoms worsen day by day,
I ache to rest my flesh burns away,

There's nothing left to save,
When you are a mind slave,
Its the Beginning of the end,
The pain that hell shall only send.
There's nothing left to save,
When you are a mind slave,
And when you feel it in your bones
The twisted virus overthrows.

His body is dead but his mind is still racing,
His soul has left but his heart is still pacing,
Thrashing in his cell his will is fading,
A pathetic end to the life he was faking.