I am your disease,
every time I come around you vanish me
in every cry whimper or sneeze
I am the ****** in side your head
you are to scared to embrace
I am the horns of the devil
and the smile upon the angels face
I am the dream you cant control
I am the voice that tells you to let go

it can only last so long
before we all lose control
I've turned into the monster
that I fought not to be
deep in a darkened whole
in an instance, just an instance
burning bridges
sewing stitches
broken wishes
perceptive imperfection
a left hand turn
in the right direction

I am your release
everything you want you take from me
elapse relapse reprise your reprise
I am the ****** in side your head
cut off noise to spit there face
I am the horns of the devil
and the smile upon the angels face
you are the moral in my dark soul
I am the voice that tells you to let go

laying in bed dreams of voluntary aggression
upon waking disappointing depression
has a purpose really been found
or are we being naive now
it's more beautiful 6 feet underground
voice ripped out as you try to make a sound
who will even see the things we create
think it's great to annihilate the whole human race
get involved and help dispose of the waste
debilitating thoughts not knowing how to feel
like naive dogs lost without there master
treasure pain because without pain there is no pleasure
I'm asking not knowing what is real
conditions of contradiction & elusive entities
entanglement of putrid bodies
in a mind stricken by poverty

I am your release
everything you want you take from me
elapse relapse reprise your reprise
I am the ****** in side your head
cut off noise to spit there face
I am the horns of the devil
and the smile upon the angels face
you are the moral in my dark soul
I am the voice that tells you to let go