The Disease of Humanity
Manic panic,
the brain bleeds,
the maddening sadness,
the mouth that feeds,
it's the disease of humanity.
When the sunlight burns your eyes,
at least you know your alive.
We have faith,
and we believe,
in the smoke,
that we breathe,
the truth that lies,
down in between,
and the blessing,
that we receive,
it is the disease,
the disease of humanity.
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