C.F.C. — Cancer

Gather round all to see, reborn misery Doctors stand in my way, my path to death

Ready to die, take your last breath Rotting corpse, cancer fucking cancer

Cancered guts spilled out (with) therapy Chemical injections, lab poisons, infections

Ready to die, take your last breath Rotting corpse, cancer fucking cancer

Praying for death as you can see your life fading Lying there (in a) terrible state as (the) cancer's growing

Ready to die, take your last breath Rotting corpse, cancer fucking cancer...