Morbid kind of flesh

Born new age
Of sickness and deformation
Walking over the ground
And technology

Searching for other kinds
Of human nature
The fate and the hands
Of man decay

No names of DNA
Born with any pass
Cloned by twisted minds
Creating twisted lives

And when they grow up
Learning lies and pain
But their fingers broken thumb
Never tell the truth

Epidemic born with human life
Turn to flesh the evil thoughts
All the cases lack of morality
Turn to stone, turn this page

Epidemic born with human life
Turn to flesh the evil minds
All the cases come with deformity
Turn to stone, kill this plague.

This is a Morbid Kind of Flesh