DISEASED

First there's one and then there's two and then there's three and then there's four

And now we fall to the disease as we then see it claim some more

We try to find we try to see but we aren't getting to it's core

Postpone the end and make it cease, but there's death knocking at our doors

We saw it happen first we didn't heed the signs, apocalypse is here we know we've crossed the line

But fighters rise, refuse to die in their demise they're fighting

They recognize there is no lies, and emphasize their rising

In the darkness and the gray we cross our fingers and we pray that

In the fire and the fray we'll put the end in disarray, but

We searched the world take anything so that our pain is eased

Hope of escape is shattered cause we know we won't be freed