Leprous Thoughts - Dawn of Disease

Unseen infection of the mind

Oblivion transmitted to mankind

Cutting off the precious stream

Leaving a void in between

We are the lost

We are the blind

We bring infection

To your mind

We are the lost

We are the damned

With leprous thoughts

We deliver the end

A creeping process

Resistance is needless

The moment of realization

Harbours the decline

As the memories scatter

The thinking is poisoned