Letra de Source

An empty stare, a stupid grin. Sweating palms and cold within. Delete past calculations, adapt to a brand new breed. Sudden movements, the smell of caffeine Won't ever see me turning the other cheek, tooth for a tooth, I want more than you lies. Won't ever see me walking away, not forgiving, I won't admit that I'm wrong. Can't rid the disease, a need of release, the source will pull you under. Can't rid the disease, a need of release, or a way to end it. Twitching muscles, an aching head. Brain hurting, unable to think straight. A great future would have been, among the lost. Among deceivers, like himself. Wont ever see me... Can't rid the disease...