Lyrics Mind Disease - Ritual

Mind Disease

Black hearse sits silently outside
And waits for your demise
No one sees the difference
Half dead or half alive
A lone voice alone in your grave
Behold, their final warning
Walk again, your heaven, your hell
Your sterile remains in mourning
Disease
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Walk to decay
Sit back and stare, your last light of life
As it fades away
Above, the black cap of forever damnation
Below, the earth waits for you
Lift off the shroud
See yourself, see
You’ve got nothing but hate for you
Disease
Disease