My Disease
verse 1:
In front of me lays a beautiful old wooden treasure chest
and on it rests a pot of coffee and some cigarettes
But inside of me lays a different kind of treasure chest
the kind hidden so deep you can go searching all your life and miss
the treasures lost in time, waiting to be found and given to mankind
released to free the widow, orphan, and the refugee
Chorus-
Love is the answer to these times
of death we bring to enemies so different we do not realize
that evil exists on both the sides
but so do the cries of children, to pick and choose which sides worth more is a crime
verse 2:
In back of me, a mirror on the wall reflecting my disease of complacency
comforted by false idols that convince me I deserve something
just because this flag of red and white and blue flys high above my head
while there is fear, and tears and poverty and dread all across the world
and worst of all we're said to be the nation of the Lord and God of peace
but all we are is another empire full of greed
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