Morbid Yes, I am hateful. In this I am free Who gave you the right to pass judgement on me I'm drawing a line, marking my ground, do not step over if you want to still breathe In my pain I grow strong. With this pain I grow bold. Shackles beneath. Shackles cut deep. Look in her eyes, tell me what do you see. Heartache, torment, a part of the disease. An outsider just like me We are the virus There is no cure Infect the system Heart of morbidity I did not stutter, I'm calling you out. Until we're at peace or the flames have burnt out. Corruption, disorder, exploitation of youth. Acts of the leaders you're programmed to praise (you're conditioned) Use your own mind, see your made graves, courtesy of, whom you follow so blindly. Reconciliation, has come and gone, raise theFIRE within you, and take it head on.
An outsider just like me We are the virus There is no cure Infect the system Heart of morbidity An outsider just like meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
