It plagues our species
It ravages minds
It crushes our spirits
And conscience it blinds

A strange illness
It certainly is
For it convinces its host
It's living in bliss

All flesh is infected
Man, woman, and child
Yet from our sick bodies
It's rarely exiled

While in these bodies
We remain
Constantly fighting
To become sane

No cure can exist
Short of leaving this earth
But a treatment, perhaps
Could provide a rebirth

I know what it is
I know how to take it
But while I am sick
I want to forsake it

My illness draws
Over my eyes
A cover of wonder
A cloak of disguise

So, you see
While under its influence
Its power over me
Remains inconspicuous

The Human Disease
Is unlike any other
It will make you want more
To be sick forever

But a sickness, it is
So somehow we struggle
To distance ourselves
From all of its trouble

Never will we win
But success isn't the goal
We just want to die
Knowing we were whole