The Parasite (Living the Last Days)

Wait hold up something is so wrong I have the feeling soon I'll be dead and gone It's getting hard to eat Hard to feel my feet Not to mention I feel nausea when I see meat Especially beef Everyday feels like it will be my last Visions of me drowning when I take a bath So therefore I shower From fifteen minute rinses to spending an hour Just to walk up Thornwood stairs is like climbing a tower Favorite food in my face but I refuse to devour Vision more than blurry Yikes I'm in a hurry Deep inside me my past I want to bury Deep outside me bodily pains I feel these Blood rushes my forehead, but leaves my achilles Stuggling hard as ever to stand One by one I feel my head losing hair strands My veins bulging like crazy on my frail hands Can't generate saliva due to dry mouth glands This is some bull Like my worries aren't already full How can I move my body if I'm feeling heavier than a mule I swear I'm bout to die, Death won't miss me