The Acacia Strain
Burnface
The education has surpassed the ailment
She died from the inside
So she got what she deserved
No one ever has an excuse to be this careless
And you will get what you deserve

We are surrounded
And it's not getting any better
Die in the bed that you made for yourself
Die in the bed that you made for yourself

Stricken with a virus made for the outcast
But fitted for the uneducated
You deserve whatever you get

The combining blood triggered the beginning of the end
And the rest is history
So real and so horrifying that it couldn't possibly happen to anyone

We are at war
We are at war
We are at war and you fight with disease
And you will get what you deserve
And you will get what you deserve
And you will get what you deserve