Control Sickness

Dec 18, 2004 04:21

Biting into the life force,
Seeing the dark liquid fill your mouth,
Just exactly where do you think you're going
Except straight down into the deep south?
The bite marks bleed with this disease
I bet you're so fucking pleased
That you've got my world down on it's knees
Begging shouting out it's pleas.

You Are the black cancer,
Standing there in the stands
A lure killing the pure
My disease released and
Everything seems so obscure,
I've been tagged to come along,
For the ride,
Where is any of this even going,
Or did you ever take time to decide?
Creation of a monster
Some things never change,
But you know everything seems so strange,
Now that its not so special to be derranged.

Open your eyes so you can see
Exactly what you've done to me,
What I've turned into,
Isn't this what you wanted me to be?

Coming from you it seems okay,
But deep in side I know the wealth
Of hate I hide because of what you have,
The control of this disease,
All of this and everything else,
You're so pleased with yourself.

With my last dying breath,
I'd spite you and never say a word,
I'd just lay there in the bed,
Knowing what I've heard.
You have the cure,
But now myself I've released,
I'm done playing beauty and the beast,
The fun's been had I'm glad you're glad,
But I've cut the leash,
The life support I had in you,
Breaking free from everything,
Regardless of what I knew.

Open your eyes so you can see
Exactly what you've done to me,
What I've turned into,
Isn't this what you wanted me to be?
Isn't this what you fucking wanted me to be?
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