The Disease - Sound Struggle

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