The Disease

We are the fire in the attic We are the voices in the static You have a sickness And we are the disease That brings you to your knees Misery loves the company Apathy is feeding the machine Carried in the heart of kings and queens And we are the disease, we are the disease We are the disease We are the disease Critical shutdown of false virtue The viral outbreak to kill the untrue You are the capture And we are the disease That brings you to your knees Misery loves our company Apathy is feeding the machine Carried in the heart of kings and queens And we are the disease, we are the disease We are the disease We are the disease Yeah we are the disease We are the role call of the pustule (The misery, the company) We are the echo of violent truth (Their apathy feeds the machine) We are the whisper of the lit fuse (We are disease, we are disease) We are the voices and we reject you (We reject you, and we reject you) Misery loves the company Apathy is feeding the machine Carried in the heart of kings and queens Misery loves the company Apathy is feeding the machine Carried in the heart of kings and queens And we are the disease, we are the disease We are the disease We are the disease Yeah we are the disease