Lyrics Fake Disease - TW Walsh

Fake Disease

We captured a ghost
But we lost the sheet
Now he won’t shut up
He’s a little bit cold
His body burned
In a random fire
Some people die
Some people live
I have my doubts
But I can’t speak
The spirit’s strong
But the body’s weak
I drank the blood
I just had to try it
I made an offer
But I didn’t buy it
We’re bored, but we’re lazy too
You’re pointing fingers, but look at you
So sick of mind, and ill at ease
Breakin' hearts with a fake disease
The ransom is high
But we don’t give in
And the children come
And we make the switch
Blowin' tires on the slightest curb
Throwin' laws at every little verb
Killin' people when we feel like it
We cry in public like we give a shit
You burn your body just to get some cash
Buyin' garbage that goes in the trash
So sick of mind, and ill at ease
Breakin' hearts with a fake disease