The sickness
ArtisanI feel you become a part of life's dreams
It speaks in words of pain
I'll hold you in and bear your flame
You'll feel this, you'll hear this
Your new soul, I am the sickness
I'll make your candle flicker
Take the air and turn off the lights
I'll still feed when you are dead and gone
I'll live beyond your winter
Opposing, evolving
In control, I am the sickness
Deep rooted fears come true
Turning your own defenses back at you
Your new soul, I am the sickness
In control, I am the sickness
It helps control my world
Calculating, I limit your every move
In effect, I am the sickness
Your new soul, I am the sickness
I am transforming your mortal skin
You have now become a callus shell
Of your former self and I'll keep you low
A yearning spirit in a shackled brain
Negating, erasing
In effect, I am the sickness
Why shouldn't I be longing for the end
When I can't recall a vibrant day
The sun didn't shine upon my face
Now eternal woe is my fate
You'll feel this, you'll hear this
Your new soul, I am the sickness
Deep rooted fears come true
I am the sickness