Disease of Conceit

There's a whole lot of people suffering the night
 From the disease of conceit
 Whole lot of people struggling tonight
 From the disease of conceit
 Come right down the highway
 Straight down the line
 Rips into your senses
 Through your body and your mind
 Nothing about it that's sweet
 The disease of conceit
 There's a whole lot of hearts breaking tonight
 From the disease of conceit
 Whole lot of hearts shaking tonight
 From the disease of conceit
 Steps into your room
 Eats at your soul
 Over your senses
 You have no control
 Ain't nothing too discreet
 About of disease of conceit
 There's a whole lot of people dying tonight
 From the disease of conceit
 Whole lot of people crying tonight
 From the disease of conceit
 Comes right out of nowhere
 And you're down for the count
 From the outside world
 The pressure will mount
 Turn you into a piece of meat
 The disease of conceit
 Conceit is a disease
 That the doctors got no cure
 They've done a lot of research on it
 But what it is, they're still not sure
 There's a whole lot of people in trouble tonight
 From the disease of conceit
 Whole lot of people seeing double tonight
 From the disease of conceit
 Give ya delusions of grandeur
 And an evil eye
 Give you the idea that you're too good to die
 And they bury you from your head to your feet
 From the disease of conceit