The Cost
There is disease in our habitation
Driving us mad, never ending incubation
It's so infectious!
This sickened sensation makes its way to us
Run! Run away from here!
Run! Contagions are everywhere!
Run away from here!
We haven't been doing anything to make it better
We've only been making it worse
Raised from this cold, dark, lifeless earth
Is this life a gift or a curse?
I don't know but one things for certain
It's a ride in the back of a hearse!
Death is coming for you, no one is immune
Patiently awaiting its interview
And there's nothing that we can do
But to consume our possets
Laying forever at rest, this isn't a test
You better invest in some sort of protection!
That can help fight of the infection!
Leaves you under possession!
Robbing you of internal possessions!
So you need to pay attention!
What ever shall we do when it pursues?
Every crack begins to spew, if it gets on you
There is nothing we can do to the sickness that's killing you
Not ever!
We haven't been doing anything to make it better
We've only been making it worse!
Raised from this cold, dark, lifeless earth
Is this life a gift or a curse?
I don't know what is happening
But expect it can only get worse
All that we have been dealing with lately
It has seriously been the worst
So be ready for death is coming for us
But hopefully won't be the first!
Driving us mad, never ending incubation
It's so infectious!
This sickened sensation makes its way to us
Run! Run away from here!
Run! Contagions are everywhere!
Run away from here!
We haven't been doing anything to make it better
We've only been making it worse
Raised from this cold, dark, lifeless earth
Is this life a gift or a curse?
I don't know but one things for certain
It's a ride in the back of a hearse!
Death is coming for you, no one is immune
Patiently awaiting its interview
And there's nothing that we can do
But to consume our possets
Laying forever at rest, this isn't a test
You better invest in some sort of protection!
That can help fight of the infection!
Leaves you under possession!
Robbing you of internal possessions!
So you need to pay attention!
What ever shall we do when it pursues?
Every crack begins to spew, if it gets on you
There is nothing we can do to the sickness that's killing you
Not ever!
We haven't been doing anything to make it better
We've only been making it worse!
Raised from this cold, dark, lifeless earth
Is this life a gift or a curse?
I don't know what is happening
But expect it can only get worse
All that we have been dealing with lately
It has seriously been the worst
So be ready for death is coming for us
But hopefully won't be the first!
Credits
Writer(s): Danny Dalli, Gabriel Camilleri, Jonathan Camilleri, Kievan G. Young, Nikki Buttigieg
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