To rid the disease
There's nobody here, there's nobody nearI try not to care, dead eyes always stareLet these matters be, don't trust what you seeTake hold of your time, step into the line
There's innocence torn from its makerAnd stillborn, the trust in youThis failure has made the creatorSo would you tell him what to do
Leave your mark upon the head of someoneWho'll cry for his state, we know it's too lateI turn round to see what was meant to beFaint movement release to rid the disease
There's innocence torn from its makerAnd stillborn, the trust in you(I have lost all trust I had in you)This failure has made the creatorSo would you tell him what to do(I have lost all trust I had in you)