Lyrics The Disease - Sound Struggle

The Disease

Locked in this room again
How will this one end
Beware the friend so close
Caught in a dream
My life I have not sold
You hold on to air
You slow my art rate down
A cold way to go
I hold what I have told you as my word
Haven’t I shown you what its worth to me
Wouldn’t have known you’d give it all away
A little every day
Quick burn Slow Cool
You are a storm without end
If I don’t stand this life
It will never be mine
I hold what I have told you as my word
You gotta show me what it’s worth to you
Wouldn’t have known you’d give it all away
A little every day
The disease speaks to me unceasingly,
Leave and shake the dust from your feet
Within, my home, you found rest.
Now you talk as if I owe the world to you
The stone cold life,
That you live
Could never hope to tear this temple down
Stronger I have built your life
I have laid the stones you walk upon
Believe me, I have foreseen the knife
I leave on the terms you’ve laid before me
Solos: Rasmussen, Izzo
Make up your mind and live
A life without fear
Nothing to say we know
The way to the door
I hold what I have told you as my word
Hold your own hand, set your sights high
You’ll never understand
What drives this labor of love