Sickness

Things are starting to change

and we've all been left behind

Got caught in a daze where civilsation once walked

（We have nowhere to go）

Lost in a dream where we thought we ruled over an Earth

Caught in a spin where life plays Adam of us

Falling backwards

passed point as bad things got

I hope we have a soul to meet

Past the point of repair

with our hands in sickly air

And we'll cherish the ground

before it cracks and breaks

Everybody will pay for what they take

Beware the sickness will hold on

With God as my witness, hold on

It's my existence

hold on, hold on to it

To the beat of the rhythm, hold on

And take my reflection, and hold on

Wash away the kingdom, and hold on

hold on to it, hold on

Tryna 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 grow under me

And maybe we'll make it

Past the point of repair

with our hands in sickly air

And we'll cherish the ground

before it cracks and breaks

Everybody will pay for what they take

Beware the sickness will hold on

With God as my witness, hold on

It's my existence

hold on, hold on to it

To the beat of the rhythm, hold on

And take my reflection, and hold on

Wash away the kingdom, and hold on

hold on to it, hold on

Beware the sickness will hold on

With God as my witness, hold on

It's my existence

hold on, hold on to it

To the beat of the rhythm, hold on

And take my reflection, and hold on

Wash away the kingdom, and hold on

hold on to it, hold on