With the darkest intentions,
I forgot to mention,
The sickness inside has lied.
And all the building tensions,
Held up suspensions,
Some symptoms never subside.
The virus, it's inside of us.
We are all sick,
We are all cold,
We are all blind.
The sickness, increasing distress.
We are all sick,
We are all cold,
We are humankind.
There are countless infections,
Such minute detections,
The disease inside has tried.
To take over our affections,
All misdirections,
The monster that can't be denied.
The virus, it's inside of us.
We are all sick,
We are all cold,
We are all blind.
The sickness, increasing distress.
We are all sick,
We are all cold,
We are humankind.
We are a plague!
A plague!
Humankind,
Is a plague!
We are a plague!
A plague!
Humankind,
Is a plague!
(We are a plague!)
The virus,
(A plague)
It's inside of us.
(Humankind,)
We are sick,
We are cold,
We are blind.
(Is a plague!)
(We are a plague!)
The sickness,
(A plague!)
Increasing distress.
(Humankind,)
We are sick,
We are cold,
We are humankind.
(Is a plague!)
We are sick,
We are cold,
We are humankind.
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Metaphorical Metamorphosis
PoetryThe second major Album of mine! I enjoy writing songs immensely, therefore I have decided it's time to start my next Album. This Album is mostly about change, and figurative uses of expressing it. This one will be a little less profane and crazy tha...
