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