C.F.C. Lyrics

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 f****** cancer
Cancered guts spilled out (with) therapy
Chemical injections, lab poisons, infections
Ready to die, take your last breath
Rotting corpse, cancer f****** 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 f****** cancer...