Revolting thought of licking open wounds

Taste the puss in your mouth

Scratching like a dog in infection

Vomit starts to wake you up

You are only a stain of what you used to be

Decaying away

Your cells are a tormenting disease

As you are rotting away

Fleshing

Disgusting thought of ripping your skin

Feel the pain as it tears your flesh

Crying out for help or salvation

Sickness wakes you up

You have almost gone where you should be

Fading away

Your soul is packing its bags

As you are dying away

Fleshing

Skin yourself alive

You have almost gone where you should be

Fading away

Your soul is packing its bags

As you are dying away

Fleshing - decaying away

Fleshing - rotting away

Fleshing - fading away

Fleshing - dying away