Disease

The clock stopped ticking at five after four
the lullaby of that sweet illusion kept me sleeping
but now these walls are caving in.

I'm not sure who to run to

you with your strong arms that embrace and entrap all at once,

or she, whose has my back, and stabs it in the same fell swoop

the treachery of all you did,
the Bonnie and Clyde of my heart.

You stole it, forced open its lock
and took everything i ever loved.

then you locked me up, and threw away the keys,

this mind control is numbing, and I'm searching for a cure for this disease.

I can feel your long cold fingers
stroke my haggard face
you chose her over me,
and now I'm left to deal with your mistakes.

the clock stopped ticking at five after four
these walls are caving in
and i can't take much more.