My Cure Is Your Disease - Shattered Hope

I’m a parasite

I live from your pain

When I come back

You become less

Every time I return

You become… shade of yourself

People who live their lives

Without meaning

Like a puzzle

With a missing piece

I’m the leech

On your body

To stab a friend in the back

A road unknown in your map

Many nights when sleep was absent

I found a strange truth:

«There's no friend to be stabbed

And the road is… clear now!»

I’m the leech

On your body

A perfect haven

For this hideous existence

I’m a parasite

I live for your pain

Everyone has its path to walk

Sometimes they entwine

But when I come back

You become less…