To Rid The Disease

There's

Nobody here

There's

Nobody near

I

Try not to care

Dead

Eyes always stare

Let

These matters be

Don't trust what you see

Take

Hold of your time

Step into the line

There's innocence torn from its maker

Stillborn the trust in you

This failure has made the creator

So would you tell him

What to do? (would you?)

Leave

Your mark upon

The

Head of someone

Who'll

Cry for his state

We

Know it's too late

I turn around to see

What was meant to be

Faint

Movement release

To rid the disease

There's innocence torn from its maker

Stillborn the trust in you (I have lost all trust I had in you)

This failure has made the creator

So would you tell him

What to do?

(I have lost all trust I had in you)