Infantile disease
Contagious infection
Grows up till your death
Will ruin your life
Feel the shame of impetigo
Feel the shape of the yellow scabs
Feel the hate of impetigo
You will die and it's pretty gore, you will die.
Pus sliding along your face
Juicy honey spattering around you
Swallow whole, it grows inside
On your tongue is spreading your death
Vomit all impetigo is gutting your unrecognizable corpse
In your eyes crying I see terror and irreversible death
You will die drowned in your vomit!
Crusty honey hide the pus
Crusty honey hide your face
Impetigo waste your life
Impetigo makes you die

Your face becomes a bee's nest
Destroying all your business
Contaminated insects
The spreading of the scourge...