Flakes of skin burn away Blood boils Light burns the flesh away My mind is no longer there Waking up for a dose of infection Dead skin forms an inflammatory sore I turn on the light to scratch the sore The light burns the corneal skin From my hair and nails (my arms and legs) My body burns with i n f e c t i o n Hate becomes infection Love is the dis-infection The outer layers are dead But what about the inside? We turn ourselves inside out We turn ourselves into disease We turn each other into disease We're more than infection More than just layers of dead skin Get back