Triage Songtext
von IRST

Eyes roll back, the color is draining from your skin
I see my poison setting in, assess the damage, sort the wreckage
I am the cause, so I must be the cure
I′m stemming the bleeding with dirty hands
Pushing the rot back into your glands And you're no longer allowed, to choose, to rest
Now I′ll, decide, what's best
No longer allowed, to choose, to rest
Now I'll, decide, what′s best
You don′t get to leave