Source

An empty stare, a stupid grin.
Sweating palms and cold within.
Delete past calculations, adapt to a brand new breed.
Sudden movements, the smell of caffeineWon't ever see me turning the other cheek, tooth for a tooth, I want more than you lies.
Won't ever see me walking away, not forgiving, I won't admit that I'm wrong.Can't rid the disease, a need of release, the source will pull you under.
Can't rid the disease, a need of release, or a way to end it.Twitching muscles, an aching head.
Brain hurting, unable to think straight.
A great future would have been, among the lost.
Among deceivers, like himself.Wont ever see me...Can't rid the disease...