It starts with a thought,
And you think almost nothing of it
There's poison working it way
From your brain to your heart
Pumping black blood
Through your veins
By the time you bleed,
It will be too late
She's not the cure,
She is the strain.
And you feel it in your bones
It won't leave you alone
And you chase the only escape
From the constant pain
And you love every sick second
All the terror and the tension
So you've got this nervous tick
And you just can't control it
That's her working on your last nerve
She's flirting with disaster
Her love like a pathogen,
By the time you have any symptoms
You'll have one foot
in the gave
She's not the cure,
She is the strain.
And you feel it in your bones
It won't leave you alone
And you chase the only escape
From the constant pain
And you love every sick second
All the terror and the tension
A lyric I wrote a while back...
