Disease

Before I fall to your judgement
Or praise from my knees
I believe thereʼs no salvation
From what I see, this is a fucking disease
All I’ve felt is a resistance
Since I’ve learned of a vice
(Since I’ve learned of a vice)
Why invest so much faith in a jaded life
Between the wrong and right?
Things to say for whichever way
Your book of praise conveys the framework laid
On God, you fucking son of a bitch
And when you close those eyes
You better pray that he exists
To save some face
No hand to guide the lines of the steps I take
No need for a spiritual mask to know my place
I canʼt foresee
Trust in a habit, your disease
So set me free (Set me free)
And simply fall in line with the weak
Youʼre just stuck there with your view of black and white
'Cause you rely on outdated words to define your life
All I’ve felt is a resistance
Since I’ve learned of a vice
(Since I’ve learned of a vice)
Why invest so much faith in a jaded life
Between the wrong and right?
Swift ways of casting judgment
While I beg and plead
I believe thereʼs no salvation from what I see
This is a fucking disease
You say I’ll save some face
If I follow your act of faith
Well, fuck your saving grace
Only I can change my ways
Disease