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Disease

from Vale Mea Mundi by Twenty 81

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Well do you think that I'm the cure?
A panacea for the weak, the broken, the lost
Or do you think I'm the disease?
An acid specter dealing death for low, low cost

Well this is it now: the end of your era, and I must admit that I feel no remorse
This rampant infection I've seeded among you devours your flesh
Watch as I swallow your bones
I smile as you cry in fear; I swear that I won't leave a trace
Humanity's already rotten, I'm the answer to all your disgrace

(You can't run; you can't hide)

Your mistake was in thinking you're special, but truth is you're overgrown rats
The hammer of justice has fallen; your populace has to face facts
You’ve all reached your collective twilight; in time I will leave you as ghosts
You strike at me bravely and blindly, but I promise you'll suffer the most

As your huddled masses struggle for their last gulps of air
As you clutch your loved ones in fear hoping you will last through the night
I want you to understand that there is no quarantine or barricade that can hold me
I will be the beast that kills you; I am the one to snuff you out
I am unforgiving; there's a madness to my methods -saints and sinners -I will finish them both
Tinker tailor; soldier sailor
I'll punish them all
Be wise and relinquish your hope

In truth, it almost hurts me to see you go
You put up a good fight, and I haven’t had this much fun in a while
It’s a shame that your potential was never actualized
You were a sad, pathetic people, but you were capable of such great things
As all good things come to an end, so must our time together
We all have our parts to play and yours, it seems, was to die
But I thank you, for in your death I find life
In your chaos I find serenity
In your condemnation I find salvation
I am saved

Am I the cure for your disease?
Your fucking parasitic life was fueled by greed
This world that gave you all you'd need; you watched her bleed
So tell me now, am I the cure or the disease?
There's nothing left to say

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from Vale Mea Mundi, released February 26, 2016

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