Morbus Chron - Through The Gaping Gate / Coughing In A Coffin lyrics

Infected with a cold Sore f**in' throat, dripping nose Hot as hell itself Lying in bed The sickness grows Hallucinations Coughing up acid, pus and blood Angry stomach When you sh** it's a f**in' flood Out for a walk Slow as a rock Car moving near Hit in the front, damages are severe Heart stops pumping, you're a**umed dead In a black bag, your bed Star of the funeral, your family gathers around Crying, tears and sorrow as you're put underground Suddenly your heart starts pumping, you're alive again But sickness and symptoms remain... Coughing in a.. Coughing in a.. Coughing in a.. Coughing in a Coffin...