You are the disease.
Another day, another memory.
But I have failed.
I turned another lie into the work of a saint.

So where is the cure?
Hundreds of souls with the look of horror on their face.
Now I rise from my knees.
I will not live in misery.
You won't take me.

Now it's me.
All that's left is a bitter taste,
Of a life that was once so promising.
Rather cut at the wrist,
Than laugh about your mistakes.
Sickness fills the air.
Another life that you wish you could fake.
Your eyes will cut through me,
But it's a risk, that i must take.

You will not destroy me,
You cannot destroy me.

And I'll fight you with every ounce of strength I have left,
And I'll seal it with a bullet and a kiss.
So look at your horror.

I want to see your face.
Show me your true face.
I want to see your face.
Show me your true face.

My heart belongs to you, so save me.
For the sake to give it away.
Still beats inside of me.
My heart belongs to you, so save me.

And my heart still beats.

Who We Are

Now this is who we are,
I am no one's hero,
For we are not the giant men,
That some may think,
You are faithful when we are not,
So I'd like to tell this story,
The way it is meant to be,
Without the burden that's in our hearts,
None of us would have ever found You,
For You are faithful when we are not,
You began a work,
That only you can complete.

Now this is who we are,
I'll never know the answers,
And I'll always wonder, why?

...Why we're given grace we'll never deserve...
...And a second chance that we will never earn...
...For there is nothing I can do to save myself...

Now this is who we are,
I'll never know the answers,
And I'll always wonder why,
But You have let me start again,
I'd rather be called weak,
Than die thinking I was strong.