| tHe dISeaSe... |
| you fade away, every day you get worse, carrying on, and at one with the hurt, there's no escape, and hate fills your mind, it's your disease, you can't see that you're blind. a scar for a heart, torn apart by the lies, and you don't care, cos you're not scared to die, this is your pain, all the same anyway, but you don't feel; so unreal and so grey. you can't deny, no reply to the world, death becomes you, and the truth only words, staring at me, are you ready to leave? that's all you are: just a scar of belief. slicing the veins, there's so pain, you're decieved, you learnt to bleed, now you feed the disease. |