Disease

Disease
 Words Music by Allison Crowe
 Stepping on
 the thoughts of all pain
 released from this anger
 is some place I would like to be
 and when I feel myself defeated
 I bleed
 and when I see them twist around
 dancing in their own wake
 I rage
 And I don't want to exist on this plane
 crashing down to the level of
 depth of skin
 flesh and bone
 all wrapped up in pages
 flashed in our faces
 laughing and spiteful
 Run away
 Lost again
 misdirected and folded
 drowned in bones
 and thrown away
 they told me to disappear
 and slowly dive
 into the shallow end
 of the gene pool
 Try to hold on to what I believe
 disappeared
 no longer here as anything but
 wretched and disfigured
 so I slash myself again
 and I drown my hopes again
 lose myself in this disease
 Lost again
 misdirected and folded
 drowned in bones
 and thrown away
 they told me to disappear
 and slowly dive
 into the shallow end
 of the gene pool
 Cut yourself to the mold
 Nothing left to rid yourself of
 but bile and blood
 torn skin screaming
 and silenced as we
 replace marble with plastic
 Lost again
 misdirected and folded
 drowned in bones
 and thrown away
 they told me to disappear
 and slowly dive
 into the shallow end
 of the gene pool