Sickness - Tender

Things are starting to change, and we’ve all been left behind

Got caught in a daze where civilsation once walked

We have nowhere to go

Lost in a dream where we thought we ruled over an Earth

Caught in a spin where life plays Adam of us

Falling backwards, passed point as bad things got

I hope we have a soul to meet

Past the point of repair, with our hands in sickly air

And we’ll cherish the ground before it cracks and breaks

Everybody will pay for what they take

Beware the sickness will hold on

With God as my witness, hold on

It’s my existence, hold on, hold on to it

To the beat of the rhythm, hold on

And take my reflection, and hold on

Wash away the kingdom, and hold on, hold on to it, hold on

Tryna hide the truth in plain sight

Took a bite of the fruit before it’s ripe

But you know it’s not too late

To spit it out, and plant the seeds

Watch the roots grow under me

And maybe we’ll make it

Past the point of repair, with our hands in sickly air

And we’ll cherish the ground before it cracks and breaks

Everybody will pay for what they take

Beware the sickness will hold on

With God as my witness, hold on

It’s my existence, hold on, hold on to it

To the beat of the rhythm, hold on

And take my reflection, and hold on

Wash away the kingdom, and hold on, hold on to it, hold on

Beware the sickness will hold on

With God as my witness, hold on

It’s my existence, hold on, hold on to it

To the beat of the rhythm, hold on

And take my reflection, and hold on

Wash away the kingdom, and hold on, hold on to it, hold on