Sickness

Things are starting to change

And we've all been left behind

Got caught in the days

Where civilization once walked

Lost in a dream

Where we thought we ruled over an Earth

Caught in a spin

Where life plays Adam of us

Falling backwards

Passed point as bad things got

I hope we have a soul to meet

Past the point of repair

Both our hands in sickly air

And we'll cherish the growth

Before the cracks and breaks

Everybody will pay

For what they take

Beware the sickness will hold on

With God as my witness, hold on

It's my existence, hold on

Hold on to it

To the beat of the rhythm, hold on

Take my reflection, and hold on

Wash away the kingdom, and hold on

Hold on to it

Hold on

Trying to hide the truth

In plain sight

Took a bite of the fruit

Before it's ripe

But you know it's not too late

To spit it out

And plant the seeds

Watch the roots go under me

And maybe we'll make it

Past the point of repair

Both our hands in sickly air

And we'll cherish the growth

Before the cracks and breaks

Everybody will pay

For what they take

Beware the sickness will hold on

With God as my witness, hold on

It's my existence, hold on

Hold on to it

To the beat of the rhythm, hold on

Take my reflection, and hold on

Wash away the kingdom, and hold on

Hold on to it

Hold on

Beware the sickness will hold on

With God as my witness, hold on

It's my existence, hold on

Hold on to it

To the beat of the rhythm , hold on

Take my reflection, and hold on

Wash away the kingdom, and hold on

Hold on to it

Hold on