Disease Lyrics

A disease called man

In sickness we stand

A disease called man

In sickness we stand

Why do we hate, why do we kill?

Smoke billows rise, people piled upon hills

Look up and plead, to the maker in need

This stench is too much, and we're cold hungry and weak

Doctors of chaos in a nation divided

Experiments performed, no morphine provided

They tell us we're safe, but we know them to well

We know that we're damned in this prison called Hell

A disease called man

In sickness we stand

A disease called man

In sickness we stand

Six pointed stars pinned to our skin

Wearing clothes of the dead, the smell of burned skin

Shrivelled remains dumped in a grave

While cadavers walk, victims of rage

Sunken eyes star from the side of the wall

Dusty windows gray as they march down the hall

Innocence lost, boots stomp on the floor

A flower for David as he walks through the door