Infected

 

Infected


Fire burning in my veins

Hip-hopping over the flames

I feel like I’m going insane

Taking my oxygen away

I’m gonna hyperventilate

Punched in the stomach

Hit with the flu

Spewing out these words to you

Nothing else I can do

Involuntarily muscles contract

And I’m turning into a spaz

Nerves, shaken, not stirred

My vision is blurred

I’m a little tipsy

From passion running through me

I can’t piss it out

It won’t fade away

Come the break of day

Fact is it's more likely

To increase its intensity

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