your disease Infectious transmission from sea to shining sea Music without soul, an empty shell Gimme gimme gimme a lesson in pop star 101 'Cause I can smile
'm not insane That's how it seems though Spiteful, cruel but wise beyond his age My body fails My soul will (rise) The end of life's immortalized Disease
bliss and beauty Will be gone Will my weary soul find release for a while At the moment of Death I will smile It's the triumph of shame and disease Iliad
hand Dancing 'til the end I am condemned Oh I bring all mankind's end The end Oh I've seen All life die A shattered heart an empty soul Just one false
lives, tomorrow we were born Fortune smiled upon us, sacrifice the Argus All that he might help us see Magna eyes the track for miles, looking for disease
A simple word I could shout out or blurt And that would take away all of the hurt A word to soothe your soul when the tears flow And that would make the smile
But with half the nerve! I should have known, [I should have known!] I should have seen How much was wrong. You're a mistake. You're a mistake, a disease on my soul
said, "Make it snappy! Tell all the people that their hair can't be nappy!" Blonde and blue-eyed, or dark-skinned half a G A disease, created by leprosy
the blood of the working class Martyrs bleed until spoken to Vultures get fat from the harness coup Revolution another empty promise of the leftist elite Frustration another soul
Lost, misguided minds, feverish dumb I wonder how your life will end one day Your soul is caught in a smiling web of sins You bring the world to it's
shallow soul. A timeless moment I wish to never return. And still how false are these cracks I show upon my face. One million dying smiles in exchange
the bliss and beauty Will be gone Will my weary soul find release for a while At the moment of Death I will smile It's the triumph of shame and disease
I'm not insane That's how it seems though Spiteful, cruel but wise beyond his age My body fails My soul will (rise) The end of life's immortalized Disease
and beauty Will be gone Will my weary soul find release for a while At the moment of death I will smile It's the triumph of shame and disease In the
in the blood of the working class Martyrs bleed until spoken to Vultures get fat from the harness coup Revolution another empty promise of the leftist elite Frustration another soul