| It can't pay attention | |
| what slips into his system | |
| a light touch, a whisper that puts you to sleep | |
| don't signify to the mystery disease | |
| All it is is a feeling | |
| pain in a dress too revealing | |
| a lost bond, an old friend who likes what it sees | |
| he cant shake off the mystery disease | |
| Lovers in a past life | |
| meet at the street close to midnight | |
| the last look, sweet like the end of a dream | |
| then fall back into the mystery disease | |
| Go on, tell your symptoms to me | |
| its not in any of the books you can read | |
| it's not fun to face what you don't care to be | |
| but what's one more to the mystery disease? | |
| Floating impatience | |
| snuffs my limited sapience | |
| Black smoke as soon as the pressure's released | |
| deep space sighs, the mystery disease | |
| Consumed by a weakness | |
| cut with perpetual unrest | |
| you see stars, sunsets blurred through the screen | |
| trap what you want, waste what you need | |
| emperors history, fall to the knees | |
| small fronds can't see the wood through the trees | |
| left in the dust of the mystery disease |
YouTube Results (More on YouTube)