The Virus of Life

This song just fits me to a T. Don't really wanna explain how but anyways.


(Yeah)

I can see you but you can't see me
I could touch you and you wouldn't even feel me
Wait a second and you'll settle down
I'm just waiting, 'til you really let your guard down
You're relaxed, you're sublime, you're amazing
You don't even know the danger you're facing
If I'm quiet, I'll slide up behind you
And if you hear me I'll enjoy trying to find you

I've been with you all day
I'm trying to stay calm
I'm impatient and it's really hard to breathe
I'm going to empty you and fill you in with me

Just keep the violence down
Not yet - don't make a sound
Oh God I'm feeling it
It's reaching fever pitch
My skin is caving in
My heart is driving out
No mercy, no remorse
Let nature take its course

Watching - Bring me to my knees
waiting - I am your disease
Lover - set my symptom free
Covered - you won't feel a thing
You can't feel a thing

(shh, wait, shh, no, wait, wait, no, shh, wait, wait, not yet, no, wait, wait)

I'm sweating through my veins
I'm trying to hold on
It's unbearable, it's almost worse for me
I'm gonna tear you apart and make you see
MAKE YOU SEE!

Watching - Bring me to my knees
waiting - I am your disease
Lover - set my symptom free
Covered - you won't feel a thing

This is the virus
THE VIRUS OF LIFE
This is inside us
The crisis, the knife
This is the virus
The virus of life
This is inside us
The crisis, the knife

It's almost time to play
It's time to be afraid
I can't control the pain
I can't control in vain
Oh God I'm ready now
You're almost ready now
I'm gonna love you now
I'm gonna break put you down
I see you in the dark
I see you all the way
I see you in the light
I see you plain as day
I wanna touch your face
I wanna touch your soul
I wanna wear your face
I wanna burn your soul

Watching - Bring me to my knees
waiting - I am your disease
Lover - set my symptom free
Covered - You can't love me

This is the virus, the virus of life
This is the virus, the virus of life
This is the virus, the virus of life
This is the virus, the virus of life

THIS IS THE VIRUS, THE VIRUS OF LIFE!
THIS IS THE VIRUS, THE VIRUS OF LIFE!
THIS IS THE VIRUS, THE VIRUS OF LIFE!
THIS IS THE VIRUS, THE VIRUS OF LIFE!

Revolving Door

Walk into this house and you'll feel the tension,
with ghosts in the floorboards and not to mention
the skeletons hidden in the closets,
withering away under more deposits.

I feel the cracks and splinters under my toes,
the eggshells of forgotten woes.
You'd feel them too if you were here,
you'd feel the ache of silenced fear.

This is the house of senseless fights,
of selfishness and small delights.
I love and hate this place at once,
the place I often play the dunce.

But do not think I hate the people;
I hate the ruins, the fallen steeple
that left the standards on the floor,
and let the wicked in once more.

In and out and to and fro,
The people often come and go,
and come and go and come again,
no telling who or why or when.

There's plenty chaos to make you sick.
When they're the fire, you're the wick.
This is the house where up is down:
To save yourself, you have to drown.

This is the place where the good are punished,
their deeds ignored and the wicked are lavished
with love and attention no matter the cost.
(And they wonder why I've felt so lost.)

So come to this house, our arms will be open,
no matter your background, conscience, or burden.
This house is one I can love no more,
the house with the revolving door.