The Worst There Is - The Ettes

If I’m ever on your mind

It’s a slow disease

Corrosive and behind

Closed doors you’re on your knees

When you’re the worst there is

There’s nothing to fear

That’s why you and I are here

Have you ever been afraid

Of all that couldn’t be?

Just spending all your time

Pretending that you’re free

I can offer some reprieve

But it won’t cure your ill

So weigh out the little time

That you have before the kill