Disease

I look at my hands
I'm not real
You are not by my side
I'm not real

Blood and hate
They run through my veins
With eyes closed I see more light
Than with open eyes

My heart is rotten
Happiness is scary
The temporary
When it's not hurt

I hear the voices
Nailed to silence
No one is trustworthy

The only consolation
Is staying with my brothers

I will reach the end although it is worse than the disease



Credits
Writer(s): Rubén Marañón
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