Source - The Duskfall

An empty stare, a stupid grin

Sweating palms and cold within

Delete past calculations, adapt to a brand new breed

Sudden movements, the smell of caffeine

Won’t ever see me turning the other cheek, tooth for a tooth, I want more than

you lies

Won’t ever see me walking away, not forgiving, I won’t admit that I’m wrong

Can’t rid the disease, a need of release, the source will pull you under

Can’t rid the disease, a need of release, or a way to end it

Twitching muscles, an aching head

Brain hurting, unable to think straight

A great future would have been, among the lost

Among deceivers, like himself

Won’t ever see me…

Can’t rid the disease…