The Disease
I'm getting sick of watching everything go to waste
The same old tricks don't seem to work in this dying age
Fading desire while you're wearing disguises
Sold with the promise of killing with kindness
Can't you see you've just created disease
There's blood on your hands and it won't wash away
Everything that you've created reminds me of hell
Take a look at the world around you
Everything is covered in smoke
Is this how it ends?
Your pockets are full but you ain't got no change
You can't run away
We know the truth and we are choking on rage
Is this a part of your Design?
You can't run away
Is it too late to make this right?
Can't you see the world around you?
Everything is covered in smoke
Everything that you've created reminds me of hell
Is this all part of your Design?
Was it all worth the price?
Is this how it ends?
Your pockets are full but you ain't got no change
You can't run away
We know the truth and we are choking on rage
Is this a part of your Design?
(Their last chance for freedom)
Is it too late to make this right?
(Lies with those straying from this Design)
Can't you see you've just created disease
There's blood on your hands and it won't wash away
The same old tricks don't seem to work in this dying age
Fading desire while you're wearing disguises
Sold with the promise of killing with kindness
Can't you see you've just created disease
There's blood on your hands and it won't wash away
Everything that you've created reminds me of hell
Take a look at the world around you
Everything is covered in smoke
Is this how it ends?
Your pockets are full but you ain't got no change
You can't run away
We know the truth and we are choking on rage
Is this a part of your Design?
You can't run away
Is it too late to make this right?
Can't you see the world around you?
Everything is covered in smoke
Everything that you've created reminds me of hell
Is this all part of your Design?
Was it all worth the price?
Is this how it ends?
Your pockets are full but you ain't got no change
You can't run away
We know the truth and we are choking on rage
Is this a part of your Design?
(Their last chance for freedom)
Is it too late to make this right?
(Lies with those straying from this Design)
Can't you see you've just created disease
There's blood on your hands and it won't wash away
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Writer(s): Julian Latouche
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