Foreign Miasma

The wind brings the plague To new lands My foot soldiers Struck with tainted rot From a land afar Oh... Oh... It burns my skin Dissolves my lungs Bloody Air Is all I taste All I breathe Diseased men Crawling for help Stock up on Face masks Because they contaminate The air Foreign virus Enters my body My weak voice Shredded like a gutted pig Cowardly government Their mouths reek of lies Misinformation Speaking false numbers Listing false death toll The mass infected Spit in your face Racism Prejudice I must get away