This appears in a pre-2010 issue of Down in the Dirt magazine.
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She’s got the face of a corpse
wakes you up with black holes for eyes
maggots in her hair
rusty nails in your back
Miss Disease why do you smile so
Miss Disease look what you did to me
How I bleed, how I bleed
Stained in silence, stained in beautiful pain
She’s got a body made of scabs,
cold skin of death
yellow teeth chew their way down
Miss Disease why do you moan
Miss Disease look what you did to me
How I cry, how I cry
Stained with my tears of gasoline, stained
She’s got the laugh of hell
smell of your blood
splattered on her dress
dirty white, dirty death
Miss Disease why do you weep
Miss Disease look what you did to me
All the scars, all the scars
Stained with your razor blade tongue, cut your name on my chest
Stained, stained
I love your pain, I love your hate
You make me live, you make me breathe
You make me bleed, you make me scream
You’re my disease
Please, please stay, never go away
I’ll burn you in,
where my heart used to be
