They wont stop following you.
They label you ‘unclean’.
I can help break you through
The quarantine.

'Cause your my girl,
and that's alright.
If you infect me,
I wont mind.

Your eyes are bloodshot and brused,
corrupting the iris.
The burning bodies cave through,
exposing the virus.

Cause your my girl,
and that's alright.
If you infect me,
I wont mind.

Cause your my girl,
and tonight,
you’ll infect me,
and I wont mind.

I watch the legions eat through.
And I hear crying.
You turn newborn baby blue.
Now we're all contagous.

But your my girl,
and that's alright.
I’m infected,
and I don’t mind.

Cause your my girl,
and that's alright.
You’re my queen,
and I’m a parasite.