Hidden Disease Paroles

the gruesome mess it creates



Rejecting,

then selecting,

my antitode towards you,

rapidly increasing all the hate



Discovered only in the end,

when Im left to defend,

absolutely nothing,
the broken dreams I can't mend,

if being shattered by your weapons was normal,

then I guess I'd start a trend



Projecting,

and neglecting,

my path to ruin,

the long road gets me nowhere



Detecting,

then connecting,

the shield to protect,

from what stirs out there



Discovered only in the end,

when Im left to defend,

absolutely nothing,

the walls demonicly crashing

With whats left I will send,

the broken dreams I can't mend,

if being shattered by your weapons was normal,

then I guess I'd start a trend