Cruel Disease / Vital Medicine

I am disease
I am disease
The disease of still rot

I am disease
The disease of still rot
Wasting away from being pointless

Nothing left to stay for
Worthless
Worthless
Let me be found in my longing
My disease of rot is drowning my existence
I'm standing in place
The earth's continued rotation is my prison

As the demons eat my thoughts of escape
From my rot
My disease

I am not as I seem
My silent screams are the voices of devils
Wretched in their twisted and snake-like visage

Find me
Find me
Find me now
I'm getting too close to my own decay
The stench of disease blots out the light of a new day

I am disease
I am disease
I am still rot

Oh Father
I have reached the pinnacle of rot
Oh Father
I am the dry valley
I am the embodiment of worthlessness

I need the escape
From my hard disease
Find it in Your eternal heart
Please lend me Your hard medicine
Lend me Your hard medicine

The medicine of glory
The medicine of glory
Lend me Your medicine
The medicine of Your glory has found me worthy of a cure
I am free of the snake-like visage
The stench of rot has left me
Thank You for showing me Your glory