Unfair does it have to be
Laying in bed in half a stupor
Dazed with sleepless pain
It is but another way to suffer

Deja vu in reverse, memories hated
Like yesterday's dreams of torture and malice
Plastic veins injected to hear the call
The disease returned upon us

You break down our walls
You take our moments and minds
with no purpose or intent
Fear will not keep us from living

You hide inside of us
only to mask your hateful crime
You run cowardly away
You have taken lives but you will not take mine