Always a cure for disease and infection
Never learn the lesson to much misinformation
Disease of the mind, infection of the person
Still not quite sure if you understand, did you sell your soul
Don't you ever let it go
If you don't take the power then the power only grows
Bring it down
All the way down
In with New
Out with you
Till there's nothing
Cus there's nothing more pure
Than suffering truth
Bleak is a mind in its passive observation
Fine lines between roads show no clear direction
Quite like the state of this present situation
Publishing information for your own protection
We consume
All you knew
I want more
So do you
Till there's nothing
Till there's nothing left at all
Wash all we do
Fight for your soul
Or they will take it away from you
Then there's nothing
Then there's nothing left to lose
We work our hearts into
So much power
Now our power's overdue