Burn Face Lyrics & Chords By The Acacia Strain

The education has surpassed the ailment
She died from the inside
So she got what she deserved
No one ever has an excuse to be this careless
And you will get what you deserve
We are surrounded
And it's not getting any better
Die in the bed that you made for yourself
Stricken with a virus made for the outcast
But fitted for the uneducated
You deserve whatever you get
The combining blood triggered the beginning of the end
And the rest is history
So real and so horrifying that it couldn't possibly happen to anyone
We are at war and you fight with disease
And you will get what you deserve