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