Walking. Deseased
by Killing the Dream· from Lucky Me
We Walk, Diseased...This Place, It Suffocates You
And When It's Dark, You're Blinded By The Light
I'ver never been A Light, Never Said I Was
But I Won't Stop You From Telling Me Shine
It wasn't us, it was them
They're the Sick Ones- Can't You See?
With Sunken Eyes They Stare
And Tell Me I'm Diseased
With Empty Hearts, In Broken Voice
They Ask Me Why I Am The Way I Am
And I Don't Have The Strenght
To Muster Up The Truth
So I Lie, And Tell Them "It Was You"
And They Just Stare
I Wonder How It Ends For Them
To Just Slip Away In A Dead End Town
If I Believed In Anything
I'd Pray For Them
Next Town, Brighter Lights
Sadder Stories
Darker Eyes
This Is Where I'll Call My Home For Now
Please, If You Believe
Say A Prayer For We Who Walk
Diseased