The Disease

I'm getting sick of watching everything go to waste The same old tricks don't seem to work in this dying age Fading desire while you're wearing disguises Sold with the promise of killing with kindness Can't you see you've just created disease There's blood on your hands and it won't wash away Everything that you've created reminds me of hell Take a look at the world around you Everything is covered in smoke Is this how it ends? Your pockets are full but you ain't got no change You can't run away We know the truth and we are choking on rage Is this a part of your Design? You can't run away Is it too late to make this right? Can't you see the world around you? Everything is covered in smoke Everything that you've created reminds me of hell Is this all part of your Design? Was it all worth the price? Is this how it ends? Your pockets are full but you ain't got no change You can't run away We know the truth and we are choking on rage Is this a part of your Design? (Their last chance for freedom) Is it too late to make this right? (Lies with those straying from this Design) Can't you see you've just created disease There's blood on your hands and it won't wash away