Disease - Beartooth

If I fall again, will it be the end?

I know it’s wrong

You think I’m strong but I just pretend

Is it taking over?

Will it bury me?

Or will clarity become the cure for my disease?

Stuck at the surface

Not making progress

Falling apart

Well I’m trying my hardest

Looking for answers

Finding a woe

Is their noose getting tighter?

I’m losing control

Will the end make me whole again?

It’s like holding on

When my grip is lost

I still feed my insecurity

When I know the cost

Is it taking over?

Will it bury me?

Or will clarity become the cure for my disease?

I’m getting older

Still lost as ever

Thinking a smile while I bury the pressure

Why does this happen?

I should be fine

But I can’t shake the feeling I’m living a lie

Will the end make me whole again?

It’s like holding on

When my grip is lost

I still feed my insecurity

When I know the cost

Is it taking over?

Will it bury me?

Or will clarity become the cure for my disease?

If I fall again, will it be the end?

I know it’s wrong

You think I’m strong but I just pretend

Is it taking over?

Will it bury me?

Or will clarity become the cure for my disease?

It’s like holding on

When my grip is lost

I still feed my insecurity

When I know the cost

Is it taking over?

Will it bury me?

Or will clarity become the cure for my disease?

(Become the cure for my disease)