Fame
Not the same
Without loss
Without gain
Trap the air
Bloodstain
Hunk of lead
In my brain
Cold stare
Winter gloss
You left the same
way you came.
Built to win
Kill to win
Little girl
Where you been?
Metal bled
Turning red
Spoon fed
Dealing with the sickness.
Dealing with the sickness.
Do you have a cure
Feel it in my system.
Dealing with the sickness.
Dealing with the sickness.
Knife edge, a solemn pledge
Let waste, the sweet taste
Blood lust, now I rust.
Clock tock, make haste.
Dealing with the sickness.
Is dealing with myself.
Dealing with the sickness.
Is dealing with myself.
But I've got you to blame.
