Sickness

Things are starting to change And we've all been left behind Got caught in the days where civilization once walked Lost in a dream where we thought ruled over enough Caught in a spin, where life plays iId move on

Falling backwards, passed point as backwards got I hope we have a soul to meet Cause the point of repair, With our hands in the air And we'll cherish growth before the cracks and breaks Everybody will pay for what they take

Beware the sickness will hold on With charismatic moves, hold on It's my existence, hold on Hold on to me To the beat of the rhythm, hold on Take my reflection, and hold on Wash away the kingdom, and hold on Hold on to me Hold on

Trying to hide the truth in plain sight Took a bite of the fruit before it's ripe But you know it's not too late To spit it out, and plant the seeds, Watch the roots go underneath And maybe we'll make it

Past the point of repair, with our hands in the air And we'll cherish growth before the cracks and breaks Everybody will pay for what they take

Beware the sickness will hold on With charismatic moves, hold on It's my existence, hold on Hold on to me To the beat of the rhythm, hold on Take my reflection, and hold on Wash away the kingdom, and hold on Hold on to me Hold on

Beware the sickness will hold on With charismatic moves, hold on It's my existence, hold on Hold on to me To the beat of the rhythm, hold on Take my reflection, and hold on Wash away the kingdom, and hold on Hold on to me Hold on