This Disease!
Memory is all that's left until we burn it down,
These bones are wasting to dirt
Your decision debased them to poison
The finger points as the compass turns
On your blood and on the source
The finger points as the compass turns
We will follow our eyes as our path is not clear
We'll follow our eyes in search of life
Will you take it again?
Everything we have left?
The finger points as the compass turns
On the bones we built, watch as the crumble and burn
We will follow our eyes as our path is not clear
We'll follow our eyes in search of life
We are, we are the grave beneath your feet
We are, the poison that you drank
We are, we are the grave beneath your feet
When you chose to drink your poison
You chose to leave us all behind
When you chose to drink your poison
You chose to die.
Memory is all that's left until we burn it down,
These bones are wasting to dirt
Your decision debased them to poison
The finger points as the compass turns
On your blood and on the source
The finger points as the compass turns
We will follow our eyes as our path is not clear
We'll follow our eyes in search of life
Will you take it again?
Everything we have left?
The finger points as the compass turns
On the bones we built, watch as the crumble and burn
We will follow our eyes as our path is not clear
We'll follow our eyes in search of life
We are, we are the grave beneath your feet
We are, the poison that you drank
We are, we are the grave beneath your feet
When you chose to drink your poison
You chose to leave us all behind
When you chose to drink your poison
You chose to die.