The Sickness

Give me the keys to this cage

I have been bleeding for days

I feel the end is coming soon

And I feel impending sense of doom

Suicide - it's dead in my eyes

Bleeding, open wide

This these gates that hide inside and dominate

Crossover - Filled with hate

Left promising

With nothing left as I grind my teeth into fangs

Feel how they bite

Loneliness - My home my sweet caress

And down inside

Life over, filled with pride, and dominant

Corrosion - de-create

Left promising

With nothing left as I grind my teeth into fangs

Grind my teeth into fangs

And the sickness remains

Grind my teeth into