Talented. Diseased.

I am infected. Tainted with this disease
All over my body, sick down to my knees
Where symptoms are not always readily seen
Drowning in propaganda, and I beg you, please
Stay away, for today it may reach my bones
Contaminated greatly, like down to my toes.
Consuming my mind and taking control
Penetrating extreme, deep into my soul.
The talent of lies, I've mastered this skill
I used you to wear it, to have it fulfilled
Electrifying rushes, a mortified thrill
The hands in my favor, I go for the kill.
Only keeping myself this sick in the head
Cause you're always running, but I am ahead
Never behind, where weakened hearts bled
This is the beginning. The forsaken end.