The Infection
Joseph Budenholzer
I'm burning up, but it's cold outside
Oblivious to the world, I've got the fever inside
Roaming in the nightmare, an undefined sense of fear
Though I'm not usually insecure, the sickness makes me feel unsure
The infection
The infection
Light is a-ringing
[?]
Hallucinations — don't forget
Looks like the resurrection
What shall we wear
The infection
The infection