Lyrics Iris' House, Pt. I - Forgotten Tomb

Iris' House, Pt. I

Wake up call
Counting off the days
Cruel fate, forced upon you
Unexpected countdown
«And when you thought
Life was all set
Your family, your comfort zone
Your corner of joy…»
It grows within
Inbred therein
Gun pointed at your head
Sickness' next of kin
Let the news sink in
Accept that you’re a has-been
Fighting uselessly
A battle you can’t win
«And they’re coming for ya
A stretcher to take you away
Words of solace
A comfy room to end your days…»
A hope for treatment
While you slowly die
A death foretold
Diguised by doctors' lies
«Life expectancy: less than 3 months
We’ll try our best
Have faith in the research…»
It grows within
Inbred therein
Gun pointed at your head
Sickness' next of kin
Let the news sink in
Accept that you’re a has-been
Fighting uselessly
A battle you can’t win
A battle we won’t ever win