Terminal Spirit Disease
Can you feel the pain I feel?
I've lost all sense of what is real
I'm lost, in a world I detest
Can you feel the pain I feel?
This wound I've got will never heal
I'm lost, in the serpents own nest
Oh, set me free, crucify life itself
And let your joy be the reality
Our suffering life, the dream
Pain, the highest order
Scorching the inside of my skin
Terminal spirit disease
An itch of thirst twisting my tortured nerves
Kill the worm that is depression
Join the leeches of oppression
Unpure, twisted, logic now die
Kill the worm that is depression
My fevered circle of damnation
Consumed by this torment divine
Oh, set me free, crucify life itself
And let your joy be the reality
Our suffering life, the dream
Pain, the highest order
Scorching the inside of my skin
Terminal spirit disease
An itch of thirst twisting my tortured nerves
Terminal spirit disease
Terminal spirit disease
Kill the worm that is depression
Join the leeches of oppression
Unpure, twisted, logic now die
Kill the worm that is depression
My fevered circle, circle of damnation
Consumed by this torment divine
Your souls condemned to sing of life
Must die to be set free
Terminal spirit disease
Terminal spirit disease
I've lost all sense of what is real
I'm lost, in a world I detest
Can you feel the pain I feel?
This wound I've got will never heal
I'm lost, in the serpents own nest
Oh, set me free, crucify life itself
And let your joy be the reality
Our suffering life, the dream
Pain, the highest order
Scorching the inside of my skin
Terminal spirit disease
An itch of thirst twisting my tortured nerves
Kill the worm that is depression
Join the leeches of oppression
Unpure, twisted, logic now die
Kill the worm that is depression
My fevered circle of damnation
Consumed by this torment divine
Oh, set me free, crucify life itself
And let your joy be the reality
Our suffering life, the dream
Pain, the highest order
Scorching the inside of my skin
Terminal spirit disease
An itch of thirst twisting my tortured nerves
Terminal spirit disease
Terminal spirit disease
Kill the worm that is depression
Join the leeches of oppression
Unpure, twisted, logic now die
Kill the worm that is depression
My fevered circle, circle of damnation
Consumed by this torment divine
Your souls condemned to sing of life
Must die to be set free
Terminal spirit disease
Terminal spirit disease
Credits
Writer(s): Tomas Lindberg, Anders Martin Bjorler, Adrian Erlandsson, Jonas Fredrik Bjorler, Martin Paul Larsson
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