To Rid the Disease

There's nobody here

There's nobody near

I try not to care

Dead eyes always stare

Let these matters be

Don't trust what you see

Take hold of your time

Step into the line

There's innocence torn from its maker

Stillborn the trust in you

This failure has made the creator

So would you tell him what to do (would you)

Leave your mark upon the head of someone

Who'll cry for his state

We know it's too late

I turn round to see what was meant to be

Faint movement release to rid the disease

There's innocence torn from its maker

Stillborn the trust in you

(I have lost all trust I had in you)

This failure has made the creator

So would you tell him what to do

(I have lost all trust I had in you)