Your Disease

The truth, falls out
Of your educated head
Into your dirty mouth
The truth, so pure
That it must be watered down
Before it leaves the house
And the names, get changed
Intentions turn around
And situations rearrange
Until, it’s not
What it used to be
It is hollowed out and strange
And I do believe that your disease is something pure and rare
And I do believe that your disease is beautiful beyond compare
Well now, here comes
That flood of consequence
That you forgot about
Everyone, it seems
Either wants to speak their mind
Or just sit around and pout
So you, wait patiently
They know what they want to say
But they can’t find their tongues
And even if they could
It would not matter anyway
For the air has left their lungs
And I do believe that your disease is something pure and rare
And I do believe that your disease is beautiful beyond compare
Everyone believes they know what’s best for the scene
Everyone believes they know what the scene needs
Everyone believes they know what’s best for the scene
But the scene must be destroyed and rebuilt from the ground