Source

An empty stare, a stupid grin
Sweating palms and cold within
Delete past calculations, adapt to a brand new breed
Sudden movements, the smell of caffeine
Won’t ever see me turning the other cheek, tooth for a tooth, I want more than
you lies
Won’t ever see me walking away, not forgiving, I won’t admit that I’m wrong
Can’t rid the disease, a need of release, the source will pull you under
Can’t rid the disease, a need of release, or a way to end it
Twitching muscles, an aching head
Brain hurting, unable to think straight
A great future would have been, among the lost
Among deceivers, like himself
Won’t ever see me…
Can’t rid the disease…