Parasitic in its nature, it roams the earth
A filthy plague against the hope of humankind
And as it coats the beauty, diminishing what it's worth
All the singing stops, and love dies along with time

Sent from deep below the graves of all your loved ones
It crawls out just in time to destroy your life, too
As history rots from ten thousand burning suns
Everything dries up, and time starts something new

If the beauty could be seen inside diseases
If love could be found in the rot and foul decay
If happiness could be found without the missing pieces
Maybe all this planet's hate could fade away