Bad Disease Songtext
von Alexandra Savior

His jacket calls me with obsidian blade
He′s got a knack for spittin' blood over red lipstick stains
I drank the venom from the cobra ′round his neck
Made it my life mission to feel that again

He's got a bad disease, no, no
I think it's rubbin′ off on me, no, no
He′s got spider silk hands
I think I've fallen into them


The ground he walks upon resigns to dust
Pandemonium quivers at his touch
My preacher, my undefined creature
Consumes me

He′s got a bad disease, no, no
I think it's rubbin′ off on me, no, no
He's got spider silk hands
I think I′ve fallen into them

And my infection is the hand on my lower back
I have exacted that he's got something that I lack
Oh, the power of the man with the switchblade comb
He always says, "I couldn't manage you on my own"


He′s got a bad disease, no, no
I think it′s rubbin' off on me, no, no
He′s got spider silk hands
I think I've fallen into them