Well there used to be a day when I would wake up
Without feeling separated from the world
And everyone around me
There used to be a day when I would wake up
with a smile on my face
But I can’t hide the darkness I’ve seen
And there can only be one cure for this disease
We are the fucking disease
I’ve got hate
Resting on my tongue
I’ve got love
Slipping through my lungs
There used to be a day when you would wake up
Without feeling separated from the world
And everyone around you
There used to be a day when you would wake up
With a smile on that face
And once you know what you know
There could only be one cure
For this disease
We are the fucking disease
Sick of all these
Sick of all these human things
I’ve got hate resting on my tongue
I’ve got love slipping through my lungs
At the end of the day
We’re all searching for the means to an end
At the end of the day
We all wanna watch this mother fucker burn
Out!
You bring the match
I'll bring the kerosene
Yeah!
Burn