SEPSIS: PART 1 by THOUGHT RIOT Here we come... We're the poison, your new disease. Soon you'll be nothing but a cryptic memory. It's spreading - feel the tendrils icy cold; Just one more breath is all you'll ever know. It's spreading, it's spreading, We're spreading...here we come. [ www.dailyrics.com ] SEPSIS:PART1 by THOUGHTRIOT