Lyrics Cancer - No Trend

Cancer

I forsake the good with the bad
My nightmare is their lie
Sugar-coated poison half concealed
Beneath the surface is decay
Rotten cancer, clothe my life
The eyes are the window to the soul
Disease waits in the shiny plastic
Cretin whores walk the street
Blow-dried lies the false idol
Useless hope from founded lies
The eyes are the window to the soul
Sugar-coated poison half concealed
My nightmare is their lie
I forsake the good with the bad
Familiarity breeds contempt
Such nausea I’ve never known
Rotten cancer, clothe my life
The eyes are the window to the soul