Sickness

Irreplaceable thought
Coming from my head
Sinking in my mind
Nothing's left behind
Man's experiment
The sickness awaits
Sleeping in our brain
The devil creates

Is this
Our fate
The Sickness
It's too late

This is the death of us all
The sickness is here
Rejoice, our savior will bring
Us back home

Human race is falling
The damnation is cure
Four our sleepless souls
They now will be pure
In the afterlife
Nothing's as it seems
The deception is real
Captive in our dreams

Is this our fate
The sickness
It's too late

This is the death of us all
The Sickness is here
Rejoice, our savior will bring
Us back home



Credits
Writer(s): Jeronimo Restrepo Galecki
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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