Disease!
The virus is spreading in all directions,
No safe zone, no cure and no protection,
No symptoms to find or signs of an infection,
No vaccines, remedies and no corrections,
Quarantine the dreams and cut off our connections,
Don't let them in, not a friend nor a reflection,
Everybody's got it and want you to have it next and
Don't accept them if you wanna stay as an exception,
No pill
Can heal
The ill of this
Sickness, some are still in doubt of it's existence,
Some call it forgiveness and some call it the vengeance,
Some say it's an exit and some say it's an entrance.
The poor say the rich have the cure,
The rich say the poor are the source,
Revolutionaries say it's psychological war,
Invented by the press; just to have something to report,
Some say the first case came from a maternity ward
Some say a morgue
Some say the skies
Some say the floor
Whores say the nuns
Nuns say the whores
And everybody is sure.
The scientists said it only infects the mind,
The little boys said it only infects the girls,
The preacher man said it's gonna kill off the soul,
A bum said it's gonna kill the whole wide world.
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Believe, some say, the neon signs
by the loud speakers repeating that everything is fine,
A subtle silence
To demolish the troubled conscious of a compass with no knowledge
and every freedom denied,
Every dream is designed and broadcasted,
From the masters to the masses,
From the antennas on top of the shrines,
As far as the receiving planet during a panic is sorted
It reports back everything in your mind.
Everything is lying
Everything is dying
Everything is a rule
And everything is a crime
Everything was healed
And everything rewinds
And new weather burns the feathers off everything flying,
And she likes it
And she loves it
The savage,
The madness,
The badness,
The lavish,
The fastness,
To clashes,
The ashes to ashes,
everything intertwined
My femme fatale, my darling fondling angel,
Once caught her changing the batteries in her halo,
Receipt for her wings and everything that she paid for,
And the address to the factory where they made those,
The scientist says she all inside mind,
The little boys say "What happened to all the girls?"
The preacher man says she gonna kill off the soul
The dope boy said it's the whole wide world
Death is on the tip of her tongue and danger's at the tip of her fingers,
Streets
Are
On
Fire!
Tonight!!