Disease Songtext
von Cut City

The best you know is the worst of me
Tipping scales for the fun of it
Wish you well now fall in lime
Can′t you see I'm blessed by crime

Down the isles in search of gods
Show the light that crown your life
Hold this mirror and it will crack
You′re giving everyone a heart...

Not feeling lost
Not feeling anything
In the wake I unearthed it all


Tired eyes for the drunken trials
Brutality in your headlights
Mind your lies and please rewind
Your damaged heart is a goldmine

Down the isles in search of gods
Show the light that crown your life
Hold this mirror and it will crack
You're giving everyone a heart...

Not feeling lost
Not feeling anything
In the wake I unearthed it all

It's sick
Disease
It′s sick
Deceased